Ivo is now talking. He talks all day long... to us, to himself, even to the trees. The other morning he was in the swing in the living room as I was trying desperately to get another 20 minutes of sleep. I heard him talking to the birds outside. They would "cheep cheep" and he would wait politely till they finished and then chime in with a "eeeh eeeh". On Sunday he and John were watching the football game (I know. We can discuss that more later.) and I said something to John that was frankly not very nice, and that he really probably didn't deserve. Ivo turned to me and said, "eeeeh EEEEEEEH". Like, "Shut UP, Mom." Then he turned his head back to the game. Hmm. Why did I want to have a boy, again?
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