Yes! Iko turned 1 and we celebrated his birthday with a potluck lunch and a swimming party. He got a little scared when we all shouted because he gave a tiny-hand mark on his cake but he forgot all about it once he got into the pool with complete swimming attire, and he doesn't want to get out even though the water was very cold.
This little baby boy is the love of our lives. We have witnessed the nine months that her mommy carried him into her womb with mixed emotions of fear and excitement. Then, he was born and the twelve months that he was with us, he changed our lives. Papa did not care much for Sam anymore, because he has Iko to baby sit and teach different sounds and tricks. He taught mommy Cherub and mommy Mine to be responsible, to look ahead and worry a little, for tomorrow. He taught Lij how to bathe a baby and make a baby fall asleep. He gave me and Dennis a reason to go home every weekend to be with him. 
Iko has this “to-die-for” serious look with a matching big-front-teeth-and-tiny-little-face. You won’t stand hearing him cry, and as Papa says, he always tricks one of us to carry him or to get him out of the stroller so that he could crawl around the house. I’ve thought about it, even though he tricks us always, it’s okay because the heartwarming “more-to-die-for” smile with a little dimple on his cheek, is a good payment. Seeing him with that happy face makes us happier.
Is Iko very lucky? That even though his real daddy is with not with him, he has a papa and grandpa in one? He has his real mommy with him, with a bonus mommy Cherub, (and Lij and me and a very long list of mommys) who cares for him? NO… he isn’t lucky. But we are. We are very lucky that God gave us this little angel. Happy birthday our dear koykoy. Know that we love you very much and we will always be here to protect you from any harm. (I hope you learn how to walk by September.)
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