I remember when we took this picture of Elliott on the right. I thought he looked like a prize fighter stepping into his corner for a big bout. Looking at his brother on the left, granted, a few days older than Elliott was in his photo-op, I hope this isn't a future opponent. At this pace, I think Ian will have a noteworthy weight advantage.
Like Elliott, Ian has already become accepting of the bathing experience. Katie was giving him a bath tonight while Elliott and I were looking at pictures on this website. I was puzzled when she asked me to bring the camera so she could take a picture of Ian enjoying his bath. The silence in the house was deceptive; our boy had already splashed down. Ian greeted Elliott and I with a water logged grin when we rushed in like true paparazzi looking for the perfect shot. Boy did we get a camera full - quite literally.
I don't know how much Ian weighs now, but he weighs much more than he did yesterday. I'm certain he's gained an ounce or two while I've worked on this post. I grew up on a farm and during exceptionally good growing seasons the farmers would comment that they "could hear the corn growing." When you hold Ian, you can hear his little bones and ligaments and joints expanding. It sounds like the pipes expanding and creaking beneath our house as water rushes through them. I guess milk has the same effect on Ian.
A growing baby is a healthy baby, so we're grateful.