Ian doesn't know his name, and it's no wonder, since that boy is called so many things:
I call him booger, or boogs (I know I'm mean), stinker, and Sponge Bob Cranky Pants.
My mother calls him Cheeky.
A woman at work calls him Julius since he was born on the Ides of March (very cute! wish I had thought of that!).
Perhaps he'll start responding to one of these very soon!