I got Iggy an Inuit stone carving of a dancing polar bear as a present for his birthday, which we celebrated last night.

I bought the polar bear in Montreal. It has one foot on the ground and one reaching toward heaven. I thought it was appropriate because with Iggy I’m always reaching one foot toward heaven.

However, I think Iggy may have liked my cheapest present best. It is a pen topped by orange feathers and a white bunny with a red heart. My tough husband has a weakness for the cute things in life.