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Well, I bombed you with images the last few days, here’s some stories!

• Ian and I have this game where we run around the couch that sits in the center of our living room. First we run around for awhile and he laughs, that’s pretty typical. Now I’ll switch direction and act like he scared me, scream “Ahhhh!” and turn around… well, he’s smart enough to know to turn around too! So we meet again shortly, again with the scream, and so on.

• Ian high-fives and waves with increasing frequency.

• We got our first incident report for Ian last week from his new daycare. Loosely, it said “Ian went face-first down the slide and ran into a toy truck.” He ended up with a bit of a black eye, but not much of one. On a related note: I bought a shirt for him, I think before he was even born… it’s still too big… but it says “I do all my own stunts.”

• I think as much of a Mama’s boy as Ian has been, we’ve had some serious bonding time lately because of Melissa’s work schedule. Things return back to normal shortly, and we’re all very grateful for that.

• Ian was sick again this week, but seemed to get over it pretty quick, thanks to a quick trip to the doctor and one of our best experiences with antibiotcs yet.

• Finally, one of the most bizarre experiences I’ve had with Ian yet… the ice cream truck goes by — and if you’ve visited us in the summer and heard it go by, you’ve heard precisely one song: Popeye the Sailor Man. Over and over again. At any rate… Ian heard the music, looked kind of bewildered for a second, and then, with caveman-like precision, he “bounced” in a hunched position, and began waggling his arms like he was repeatedly putting on an invisible coat. A slight smile, but mostly a look of focus was on his face… he was dancing! If I get this on video tape I’ll share it immediately, I promise.