Iko was 12 weeks old when I took these pictures, just before I left San Francisco. He is, of course, named after the amazing song. And he has an amazing instagram, full of the most ridiculously cute pictures ever collected in one spot. Seriously. Go look at it. You deserve it.
Someone didn’t want to be on his way home. He wanted to meet ALL the people.
If Iko is that big at 12 weeks, he’s going to be a monster by the time 12 months rolls around.
An ADORABLE monster.