For those of you who remember Iain as a rolly-polly preschooler with chubby cheeks and pudgy knees, there have been some changes! He’s grown into a tall, slim boy, shaped remarkably like his father. He is an avid sledder, certified dare-devil, aspiring poet, and wanna be knight, who has decided to take up archery, ice skating and the guitar. He is a knitter and a woodworker. He has three pen pals.
Iain loves to use big words and if he can’t find one to suit his purpose he has no qualms about making one up. He is currently trying to grow his hair down to his toes and never seems to have more then one sock on. He just turned 7.
Iain loves to use big words and if he can’t find one to suit his purpose he has no qualms about making one up. He is currently trying to grow his hair down to his toes and never seems to have more then one sock on. He just turned 7.
He’s so beautiful. I’ve visited your blog more than once, but I’ve never looked through the archives and I don’t know if I’ve ever commented. Anyway, just wanting to say “hi” right now and also how much your Iain reminds me of my Elisabeth. (I know he’s a boy, she’s a girl. But there’s just something that makes me think of her when I see him.)