When I got home from Oula tonight, I had a bit of energy so decided to take Pablo to the park. He trotted along, He goes between platypus slow moving, waddling, to what I imagine a mouse would look like running on its hind legs, scurrying along but still not overly elegant.
We get to the park and Pablo is firing on all cylinders. He points at trains shouting out "Chu! Chu!" I make his Miffy stuffed bunny do all the park events: slide, climb up the stairs, ride the swing, which makes Pablo have more fun and want to participate in everything two fold. It's obviously even funnier when Miffy lands on her head from falling out of the swing or tumbling down the slide. I don't think I could ever get enough 21 month old giggles.
We strut back home and stop to pick up some ice cream on the way. Pablo's happy that the older version of Pablo, who owns the ice cream store, knows who he is. He passes him a high five, a grin and sparkling eyes. Pablo offers my Pablo a free cone, but I sway him away before baby Pablo sees it. Perhaps, it's the blonde hair in a sea of dark haired babies, or the luck of all babies or maybe that Argentines are really kind people who love babies but I think Pablo gets something free everywhere he goes, whether it be an avocado or a alfejor or dried apricots.
As we get home, I feed Pablo a dinner of veggie burger, a couple potato chips, some pieces of apple and some slices of avocado. Topped off with some coconut and chocolate ice cream, he is pretty much in heaven.
More laughter pours from the bathroom as papa does the bath with him. When papa later goes to the store, I take book duty and at one moment, Pablo crawled on top of me and embraced me and just said "Mama. Mama. Mama." I held him back sucking in every second of this moment, my life speeding before my eyes not wanting it to ever end. If you are lucky in life, your child will never stop calling for you.... "Mama, Mama, Mama.."
We get to the park and Pablo is firing on all cylinders. He points at trains shouting out "Chu! Chu!" I make his Miffy stuffed bunny do all the park events: slide, climb up the stairs, ride the swing, which makes Pablo have more fun and want to participate in everything two fold. It's obviously even funnier when Miffy lands on her head from falling out of the swing or tumbling down the slide. I don't think I could ever get enough 21 month old giggles.
We strut back home and stop to pick up some ice cream on the way. Pablo's happy that the older version of Pablo, who owns the ice cream store, knows who he is. He passes him a high five, a grin and sparkling eyes. Pablo offers my Pablo a free cone, but I sway him away before baby Pablo sees it. Perhaps, it's the blonde hair in a sea of dark haired babies, or the luck of all babies or maybe that Argentines are really kind people who love babies but I think Pablo gets something free everywhere he goes, whether it be an avocado or a alfejor or dried apricots.
As we get home, I feed Pablo a dinner of veggie burger, a couple potato chips, some pieces of apple and some slices of avocado. Topped off with some coconut and chocolate ice cream, he is pretty much in heaven.
More laughter pours from the bathroom as papa does the bath with him. When papa later goes to the store, I take book duty and at one moment, Pablo crawled on top of me and embraced me and just said "Mama. Mama. Mama." I held him back sucking in every second of this moment, my life speeding before my eyes not wanting it to ever end. If you are lucky in life, your child will never stop calling for you.... "Mama, Mama, Mama.."
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