Ignacio doesn't want me to watch him when he has to go "number two" which I find totally understandable. I mean, really, who does? What he does want to do however is talk to me. No surprise there. So I stand outside of the door or have to turn around. We have been having very interesting conversations between grunts. Some days he likes to talk about the pooping experience as it is happening. Is it a big poop or a small poop? Did it hurt when he pushed it out? Does he have more coming out? Yesterday after a red-faced grunt he said, "I love you." I told him I loved him too...poop and all.
And can I just say I am in a massive love affair with Emilio? Tonight it was just the two of us in the house and I just watched him watch things. My chest filled with a sensation that can only be described as pure love. I love the way he crosses his little feet...the way his belly sticks out when he is sitting...the way he lifts his eyebrows when he pays close attention to something. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him and I have made my promise to him to always keep him safe and happy with everything in my power.
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