The boys and I went to go visit our red team this morning, giving them cookies to celebrate Ivan's big 4. I asked if I could take a picture, because they were washing the truck, and only Jim (retired Air Force, thank you) and Dan would pose, all the other guys seemed to vanish. And poor Dan was uncomfortable holding Ro (the other guys kept saying "look at the baby holding the baby") and Ro busted out, which made Dan feel bad, but obviously made Jim laugh. And if you can see Ivan's shirt, Airplane Grandma (my mom) got that for him because of his new friends, the firefighters.
Also, Ivan had to get 6 shots today at his check up, and he did SO WELL!!! Two nurses worked together so he had 3 sets of 2, and he wiped his eyes because they watered a bit, but he did GREAT!!! He's my lil toughy. He was 40 pounds and 41 1/2 inches, which is 80%.