It’s hard to say no when he attaches to my leg looks up and says, “Pick me up, PLEASE!”

As Ivan’s speech improves I miss some of his mispronunciations.
This holiday season his requests for “fwudge” where pretty cute, but he’s learned to ask for fudge.
When his boots weren’t on quite right he’d stand and describe himself as “lobbily.” Now he can say wobbly, but I sometimes still use lobbily.