I absolutely love my kid. He is the funniest little one I have ever met. Let's take dancing. When Ignacio hears any music he begins to rock his head side to side and look for me, wanting to make sure I am watching. Even when by himself on the floor playing I will just see the back of his head rocking back and forth as he delights in the music of one of his toys. Now when eating he thinks it is funny to shake his head back and forth in an effort to get mommy to do it, which of course she does. How can I resist? Yesterday after pulling himself up to standing he heard music and I could see the wiggle in his little butt and can forecast some great dancing in the months to come.
He has also figured out that he can move one arm while holding the other still. WAVING! We practiced for 20 minutes before daddy got home to prepare for the big reveal but as Angel walked in the door Ignacio was so overcome with joy that the plan went out the window. Who has time for concentrated motor movement when one of your favorite people comes home?
And lastly, I can not get enough of his babbling. It is so cute. His favorite sounds are, "da-da", "ba-ba", and "ya-ya". The other night, just as Mike Phelps was about to win his second gold medal in China, Ignacio woke up. I quickly patted Angel's leg as my eyes stayed glued to the televison, sending the non-verbal message that it was his turn to go pat Ignacio's hinder. As the relay continued I was on the edge of my bed with excitement and I could hear Ignacio's whimper turn into a full on cry as Angel tried to calm him in the next room. Then, I heard it, "mama mama mama." I took a moment to take the moment in and made my way to the bedroom. Maybe he said it without purpose, maybe it was just random babble, but my heart decoded it in a second. And so, as I picked Ignacio up out of Angel's arms and loved him, I quickly recognized I had just won my own gold medal. The "mama" medal.
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