Ian said, "Fishy" today. Well it was more like "ishy", but still, cute.
He finally cut that last bottom tooth, making his grand total number of teeth at 8. I think the molars are not far behind.
Ian likes McDonalds.
Ian hates his bath. I can't remember if I already blogged about this (I can't remember anything lately). All of a sudden he screams in the bath. He went from loving his bath one day, to screaming like bloody murder when put in the tub. This has been going on for a week. I was forced to go through my entire repetoire of songs to calm him down long enough for washing (This Old Man and the Wheels on the Bus were the favorites!). This stinks because bath used to kill 20 minutes of that grumpy evening time in our quest to keep him up till 7:00pm, so mommy doesn't have to get up at 5:30am.