Who is the mother?

Ian makes me laugh a lot with what he says. He mimics our daily speech and is picking up my broken chinese. He sounds like a small size adult when he talks. Lately, he has been giving me orders such as "Don't mix the colors of my play-doh haa", "Becareful haa", etc...

He has a bible with a little lock on it. Last night, he wanted me to read that book to him and he noticed that the book was not locked. He kept asking who did that. I told him perhaps I forgot to lock it after reading it to him last time. He said this to me assertively..."You must remember to lock it next time, ok? If you forget again next time, I will be mad at you." I laughed so hard inside and thought...now, who is the mother? :)

Here are some recent pictures of Ian...

Ian munching on a corn with Ernie

Like his smile

Love those toes that look like peanuts

My favourite place to take Ian's pics with good lighting...our bathroom

He does splits pretty well