There is something about the way this kid eats. I could just sit and watch him eat all day. Maybe it's his big lips or the way he chomps his food. I'm not really sure why- but I LOVE it. I also love that he talks. He talks to me all day now and I can't get enough (I'm sure I'll be eating those words soon enough). Today while I was on the phone with Kent- he came up to me and said "Mom, I need a drink, please". Kent can vouch for it. It was the cutest little sentence ever.

Ike is the same little creature he's always been. The child is too easy. He just hangs out in his little recliner- or in his swing- or in my arms- or on the floor- with that fat double chin of his and this goofy grin. He'll giggle if we force him too. He'll talk and sing if we try and pry it out of him. But, really he just chills. Oh- and he has mastered rolling. He's a few weeks behind Zeb on that milestone- but I'm sure he'll pick up some of the other skills faster.
See- isn't this picture the same as every other one we have of him?- just in a different position. Same face- same smile- same fat.