Rory, Ivar and I stayed at my Grandma's place while we were in Mesa. It's just two blocks from my parents so we weren't there a whole lot, but every morning after I fed Ivar, I'd take him up to his Great Grandma and lay him on the couch. And there they would smile and laugh at each other and start their day off in the happiest of moods.
Ivar is a smiley baby. He is so responsive lately and loves when others give him some good, solid eye contact with happy faces. He rewards others for taking notice of him and will smile and make sweet sounds to keep their attention. He's quite the sweetheart, if I do say so myself.
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Precious, precious times. I bet great-grandma is missing him this week.
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