Little Boy

Ignacio never comes out of his bed at night, but last night at 10pm we heard his door swing open as Angel and I sat relaxed on the couch in the living room. He first made his way to our bedroom but, upon realizing we weren't there, wandered into the living room rubbing his eyes. The image was adorable. Hair standing on end from hours of slumber, his green blanky securely tucked under one arm with Big Bird hanging out from under the other. To top off the "cuteness factor" he had on his blue footie pajamas. He approached me slowly and stood there, eyes squinting and said, "Excuse me mami and papi. I'm kind of having a crazy day." I covered my mouth to keep from laughing and pulled him onto my lap. After two minutes of negotiating a plan with him (which started at, "I want to sleep in your bed" and moved to "Let's snuggle for 5 minutes and then you go back to your bed") we made our way back to the bedroom. Sometimes it is easy to forget Ignacio is three with his expansive vocabulary, uncanny ability to think and problem solve and his hilarious nature. But last night the combination of bed head and Big Bird brought me back to the fact that he is still just a little boy. My little boy.