As I was holding my son Iain, I heard a crash. Steve ran into the living room, “You bought me ice cream!” It rolled out of the fridge when he opened it. He leans in to kiss me, my sole purpose of buying the ice cream, then Iain (I’m for sure purposely) head butted him. I think what followed was most likely a miracle. Iain boldly said in the most masculine voice a baby can achieve, “She’s mine.” It was quite intimidating.
2 months and one week today.
My bald little man.