I've found that writing about Ira's birthday is something I've procrastinated; as though if I don't write about it then it never happened and he's still a wee baby. I have to say that the babyhood of Ira and E have flown by faster than my daughters' first years. It's likely because the first years of my sons overlap. Ira continues to be a complete joy. He is a happy, happy baby. Everyone loves his big blue eyes and he receives lots of compliments. Ira is a cuddle, in fact, I can easily declare him to be my most snuggly baby of all time. What a way to close out the baby years! I love when his head rests on my shoulder and he tucks his little arms down by his side. Ira gives big, slobbery kisses, first to me and now he will kiss his siblings and Conor when asked (sometimes). He continues to say, "hi" and "uh-oh" lots and can sign "more." I'd like to teach him some more baby sign language. Ira loves crawling around while holding and pushing a toy vehicle. He loves the dishwasher and bath time. He loves climbing up the stairs and he loves to find Enoch. Ira can stand independently and he's a real show off. He loves getting a laugh. In the last month or so, he has reminded me of Greta when she was a baby. The goofiness and the hair. The snuggly nature. Ira is very easy going, but he will hold his ground if someone (Enoch) is trying to take a toy from him. He'll scream and hold tight! And if Ira feels that he's not getting enough attention at a meal time, he'll scream. Ira loves to eat and is very eager to do so. I can't give something to Enoch without also offering it to Ira. Ira is very good at insisting his needs are met. Often when I'm preparing dinner, he is under my feet or clinging to my ankles. His little voice is adorable - I love to listen to his baby babble. Truly, he is sunshine and light. He outshines the morning son, my son.
