We do. We have copious amounts - on his shirt, on our shirts, stringing off the bottle when it comes out of his mouth... You get the picture. Ian is a drooling machine. 
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This blog is about the young life of Ian as told by his mother.
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- Before I Became a Mother...
- The Irony of Motherhood
- Ian = Heifer
- Notes About the World's Cutest (and possibly loude...
- Why do I bother?
- Mmmmmm. Monkey.
- Finding Nemo - WTF?
- Love
- Merry-Go-Round
- Eating on the Boardwalk
- Something's Wrong Here
- Got Drool?
- Waaaaaa!!!!
- Huh? What did I miss?
- Feet.
- Could he look anymore like his father?
- One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
- Baby in a Bag
- Happy Father's Day!
- Then and Now
- Three Months
- The Lip
- Ian and Kelli
- Ian's Many Names
- Ian Update
- Cool Dude
- Ripley's Believe It or Not
- Checking Out the View
- WOW!
- I'm Gonna be a Lefty!
- Sponge Bob Cranky Pants
- Baby Feet
- Mmmmmm... Boppy
- 10 Things I Love About Ian
- The Things They Don't Tell You
- You Be the Parent, Round 1*
- A Napping Miracle
- Ugh.
- Baby Surprises
- Nature's Paternity Test
- Because We Didn't Have Enough Stuff
- Only When You're a Mother...
- A Note from the Crib of Ian
- Moo?
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About Me
- Kelli
- I am a curriculum supervisor of Language Arts Literacy and Library. I live in NJ with my husband, son, and pet rabbit.
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