Ivo: eat and run

Last night we went to Bollywood for Indian food. Ryan and I used to eat Indian food OFTEN and SPICY. Ivo - not so much. This is his 3rd trip to Bollywood - and he enjoys being there. He tries everything and ends up yelping in horror when there's too much sauce/spice on his peas or chicken. Even though we're the ones who gave him the offending spice ("what do you think Indian kids eat?" and "No one likes kimchi the first time they try it." - Ryan), Ivo trusts us completely, following our directions to eat a bite of plain rice and drink water. Manageable.

Burl needed to be held standing up. Manageable.

Ivo concluded that "People like that. Ivo-Dash no like that dinner." We got him some Taiwanese-style rice and went for a walk/picnic at the science museum. We passed some kind of procession with fire crackers on the way. Ivo's not crazy about fire crackers and Baby-Burl, fuggedaboudit!

Speaking of fuggedaboudit, the boys got me the Godfather trilogy on dvd and Johnny Brasco for Mother's Day. Yay! I love the mafia!