This is his favorite position when he visits. Propped up on a sofa cushion on the floor in front of the TV. Cartoons of course!
He is starting to say a few
words. Nothing that is comprehensible to his American uncles though! Mama understands him quite well. But isn't that true of toddlers worldwide?
We had made a cake for dessert the night they came over. Here he is being taught the Mexican custom of "mordita". Which means "little bite".
But the trick is, as soon as you go to take that little bite, somebody smashes your face into the cake. Waste of good frosting, if you ask me.
On another topic, this is my first post using the new Blogger format. So far I am hating it and don't quite understand it. I have no idea what this is going to look like when posted. Bear with me as I try to learn this new system. Why can't they just leave a good thing alone? They must have been talking to the Facebook people who are also always changing things.