Cake

On Monday, Andy took Ivan to see his parents. Since my parents are away for a month, we're taking turns taking care of him on Mondays and Fridays, when he doesn't go to daycare.

They had a blast, Andy said. As soon as they arrived, Ivan headed for the cookie jar (funny how he remembers that), then proceeded to the pantry to get Ritz crackers of which he ate like 20. Then he mosied around and played...until he discovered a cake in the kitchen. Andy's mom always has a cake (a bundt cake) out on a kitchen counter, resting in a cake platter. He got a piece, of course.

The rest of the day he spent playing around. He ran up and down their yard....until he tired himself out. They had a great time, Andy said. Ivan wasn't shy at all. I was afraid he'd act a bit shy at their house. But I was wrong.

He didn't nap. He never does at their house. When they left around 6, he fell asleep in the car. He was still asleep when they arrived here so he was transported directly to bed. He protested being laid down in his crib, so he ended up sleeping in the spare bed, until we put him back in his crib. He slept the entire night.

He woke up around 6 a.m. in the morning.

"Did you have fun at Mimi and Papi's house," I asked him.

"Cake," was all he said very self-assuredly, nodding his head and smiling.