Rowan's eyes are golden brown these days, but with a blueish rim. His eyelashes tap his cheeks when he blinks. His sandy blond hair curls out over his ears and, when sufficiently dirty (just add food), develops considerable volume and personality. His skin is soft and lovely and he has dimples instead of knuckles.
Rowan loves meat, cheese, fruit, and YOGURT. Lots of yogurt. He makes googly eyes at the baby on the YoBaby cups. He also eats eggs, pb&j sandwiches, rice and beans, pizza, and anything anyone in front of him is eating (except really hard or chunky foods, or foods belonging to strangers). No teeth means that he has become quite good at gulping down large pieces, which might mean a bright future as a sword swallower.
Rowan has become attached to his stuffed sea turtle, a gift from Cousin Judith that he sleeps with. The fins are pleasant to gnaw on, apparently. It has begun to smell a bit gnarly, courtesy of said gnawing, so Rowan's affections will lead to regular washings.
We remain eager to see Rowan take his first steps (cruising is a breeze, but he refuses to use his walker and only reluctantly walks when we hold his hands) and get his first tooth (those gums sure look swollen but nothing has erupted).