Mr. Meh is back

Yesterday after work we drove up to York to pick up Ivan. We got there at 8 p.m. and he was already asleep. When we were ready to leave, I went to pick him up. He woke up as we were rumbling in the room. Suprisingly enough, he didn't cry (like a baby would). He was a bit groggy but he gave us the sweetest smiles, as in "mamma and dadda are back."

As I was picking him up, I was surprised how big and "mature" he was.
A boy, not a baby.

I guess I need to be away from him for a few days to realize how much he's growing and changing.

He was awake when we got to the car. He babbled a bit and smiled at us. He seemed really happy to see us (or am I projecting). But eventually with Medic in his hand, wrapped in his blanket and nursing some warm milk, he fell asleep again.

He woke up when we arrived home and were carrying him to bed. But again, he was awake and groggy but didn't cry. Nothing that another shot of warm milk couldn't solve.

He woke up at 5:30 a.m. on the dot, with a big cherubby face full of glee.

He didn't skip a beat these days that he was away.

We spent the day at home, hanging out, him and I. I was trying to do work so I didn't want to go out with him.

He went down for a two-hour nap around 9 a.m. and after that he was up.

We had fun although we didn't do anything concrete (and I was a bit frazzled because of work. I thought I would use the two-hour nap time to do work, but instead I spent it on the phone with the IT guy to get set up to get into the system. So I had to do work while Mr. Meh was roaming around me.)

But the best surprise was that Andy came home early today. He was home by 3 p.m.
The four of us--Andy, Ivan, Mariposa and I--went to the park on the playground for about one hour. The day was just beautiful.

Everyone had fun. Andy took Ivan on the big slides. He was giggling so much. Mariposa got all playful. For some reason Andy going down the slide got her all excited and rambuctious. And then she played with a terrier puppy.

When we got home, everyone was exhausted and ready for dinner. We ate gnocchi. At first, it didn't seem that Ivan was going to eat the gnocchi, but he all of them. I actually wished I had more to give him.

But overall, he ate well: crackers and cheese (separately) for breakfast; pea stew and pears for lunch; lots of milk for snack time; and gnocchi in marinara sauce for dinner.

Not bad.