Ivan came back from Grandma's today. My dad and he came to pick me up at the metro station. He gave me the biggest smile when he saw me. I sat in the back with him and we giggled.
At the house, he was distracted to come into the yard as some workers were felling trees across the street. But as soon as I said, "let's go in to say hi to Mariposa," he quickly came into the yard.
He walked into the house like he owned the place. Our little boss. Mariposa was really excited to see him and gave me thorough licks.
The first two things he did on the porch as soon as he stepped on it, were to put the white plastic cover over an open socket, and pointed to Mariposa's leash, which was dangling, to wrap it further up.
That was so funny. Nothing escapes him. He knows exactly where things go.
For dinner he got meatballs and beans. (What's up with him and beans. He loves them. I find that funny. At least he hasn't been farting beans.)
Both Andy and I remarked that in these few days that we didn't seen Ivan, that he changed. He looks different. His face and expression have changed. And he seems bigger, more mature, more babbly.
A little boy.
Where and when did my baby go?
(And yes, the Born Free sippy cup continues to be a success!)
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