Cute things Ivan did over the weekend

(This was supposed to be posted on Sept 15, but for some reason my internet connection didn't work that night)

Dadda?
-When I’m home alone with him and Andy’s out, he goes around the house saying “dada, dada,” and eventually ends up in picking his shoes, saying “dada” or ends up sitting on the floor in our closet pointing to Andy’s clothes and playing with his belt, saying “dada.”

I also got great photos of him putting on Andy’s shoes. He managed to step into both shoes, and then turn his palms upwards, in the “ne” position, which for him means “no, no more.”

Mariposa’s toys
To cut down on any potential friction between our human baby and canine baby, we’re trying to impose a strict policy of Ivan’s toys versus Mariposa’s toys. They are not allowed to touch each other’s stuff. In Mariposa’s case, it’s mainly so she doesn’t tear apart stuffed animals and chews up wooden blocks or eats up crayons—the gold one must have been rather tasty. So it’s only fair that Ivan can’t touch Mariposa’s toys either.
Well, this weekend, Ivan picked up MP’s purple rubber bone, which had been laying in a corner ignored by both for weeks, and when to give it to her. Since Mariposa was asleep on the sofa, I said, “let’s leave it here for Mariposa and she’ll play with it later.” So we laid the bone on the sofa next to Mariposa.

Then I went into the kitchen for a second. When I came back out, there was another toy of hers laying on the sofa. Ivan must have found that other toy (the blue one that used to have three ropes to pull on) and given it to Mariposa, before he proceeded to occupy himself with something else.

Yet another clothing preference

This time it was a footie fleece pajamas I put in the "to give away" pile. (Although I have nothing against fleece jammies, they get kind of gross with all dog hair around the house, so it's better not to use them.) He had gotten in out of the pile the night before and had ask Andy put it on him on Saturday.
Then on Sunday, during our pre-bed play time, he found it again and asked me to put it on him. I put his arms through the sleeves and buttoned the top button. I let him go to sleep with it because he wouldn’t let me take it off. Finally, I had to go in later in the night to take it off because it was so hot in his room and he was so sweaty. I woke him up, but nothing a bit of milk couldn’t solve.