I try to use this blog as a sort of Gavin journal of things I want to remember, I have a terrible memory. So here are a few anecdotes I didn't want to forget. They'll put a smile on your face and may even produce a chuckle:
1.
Gavin is too stinkin smart! Case in point:Gavin has developed a new fascination with the hutch, to my chagrin. So for days I have been telling him no or asking him not to play in the hutch while taking him away from it. So the other day...he's playing in the hutch,again, and I walk over, put the stuff back in the drawer, tell him "we don't play with the hutch" when he suddenly takes my finger and starts walking away from the hutch. I think to myself "oh good, he's done with the hutch and on to something else he wants to do" (he is still constantly taking mine or Jason's finger and leading us to whatever he wants at the moment). So he's leading toward the family room when all the sudden he DITCHES me in the middle of the room and RUNS back to the hutch! I couldn't help but laugh...little trickster!
2.
We are beginning the process of learning to obey Mommy and Daddy. Gavin has gotten pretty proficient at recognizing my tone when I don't want him doing something or playing with something because as soon as he hears it he takes off and hides in a corner! I LITERALLY have to chase him down to take away whatever he's playing with that he shouldn't! Silly kid.
3.
Gavin's favorite word is NO. Yes, lucky me we are at that stage (heavy sarcasm if you didn't catch that). He says NO to EVERYTHING, even when he means yes, which is just...confusing! I asked him one morning if he wanted to be a happy boy and get out of his crib (he's pretty fussy/ornery when he wakes up...wonder who he gets that from...hmmm) and he quickly yells out...NO! It was really funny :)
4.
Okay, so Jason is not the best softball player, we'll just get that out there. Anyways, the stake softball tourney has been going on and since he's not really good, Jason hasn't gone to the games. However, our bishop is a huge fan and has begged Jason the last two weeks to come play so our ward has enough players. We went last week, stayed a little while, but Gavin was so upset that Jason couldn't hold him and would not be consoled even by me that we (Gavin and I) left shortly after arriving. Gavin was being a HUGE Daddy's boy that day! This Saturday Jason was talked into playing again; how can you refuse the bishop?...you can't! (backstory: Gavin calls Jason "mommy" even though he was saying "daddy" long before he learned how to say "mommy." We have been trying relentlessly to get him to call Jason "daddy" over the last few months to no avail. He'll say it here and there but instead of getting better he seems to be saying "daddy" less and less lately.) So, back to the softball story...Gavin was watching the softball game and I pointed out daddy when he was up to bat. As soon as Gavin saw Jason he starts yelling at the top of his lungs..."mommy, mommy, mommy." It was HILARIOUS!! There were all these people around and all these other MACHO (I use the term lightly, its more a description of how they view themselves, they were pretty serious about the game although not as bad as last week's team) guys from the other team and here Gavin is calling his daddy, whose trying to hit the ball nonetheless, "MOMMY!"
5.
Gavin LOVES to give kisses and almost never refuses if you ask him. It's the highlight of my day! We were at a stake cultural night called On Broadway, where people from the stake performed several numbers from Broadway musicals. It was a huge production and really good. During one of the quieter parts, Gavin decides he wants to give me kisses. Now mind you, Gavin doesn't give quiet kisses, they are quite loud and juicy and full body affairs as he throws his head back when he's done. So, there we are in the back corner, you could almost hear a pin drop in the cultural hall it was that quiet and Gavin starts going "MMMMAAAA" over and over again as he gave me kisses. What's a mommy to do?
6.
Dinnertime...the bane of my existence. Ok, so I'm being melodramatic but it's not the happiest time of day. Gavin is into throwing his food on the floor lately, which Sugar loves, but me not so much. He used to sign "all done" and wait for you to take it away but now he takes a bite or two and then gets bored and chucks the rest on the floor. If I don't watch him like a hawk while he's eating I have a huge mess! Gavin usually gets hungry between 5pm and 6pm which is before Jason gets home. So I usually feed Gavin dinner, or depending on the day, pick Gavin's dinner up off the floor and then Jason and I eat later. Almost every night Gavin crawls up on Jason's lap during OUR dinner and eats like half of his food, making it really hard for Jason to eat. If Jason got home earlier and if I could trust Gavin not to throw his food on the carpet I would just put Gavin up to the table to eat with us since he wants to be a big boy. But...neither of those two conditions exist and so the chaos ensues.
That's all for now folks!
1.
Gavin is too stinkin smart! Case in point:Gavin has developed a new fascination with the hutch, to my chagrin. So for days I have been telling him no or asking him not to play in the hutch while taking him away from it. So the other day...he's playing in the hutch,again, and I walk over, put the stuff back in the drawer, tell him "we don't play with the hutch" when he suddenly takes my finger and starts walking away from the hutch. I think to myself "oh good, he's done with the hutch and on to something else he wants to do" (he is still constantly taking mine or Jason's finger and leading us to whatever he wants at the moment). So he's leading toward the family room when all the sudden he DITCHES me in the middle of the room and RUNS back to the hutch! I couldn't help but laugh...little trickster!
2.
We are beginning the process of learning to obey Mommy and Daddy. Gavin has gotten pretty proficient at recognizing my tone when I don't want him doing something or playing with something because as soon as he hears it he takes off and hides in a corner! I LITERALLY have to chase him down to take away whatever he's playing with that he shouldn't! Silly kid.
3.
Gavin's favorite word is NO. Yes, lucky me we are at that stage (heavy sarcasm if you didn't catch that). He says NO to EVERYTHING, even when he means yes, which is just...confusing! I asked him one morning if he wanted to be a happy boy and get out of his crib (he's pretty fussy/ornery when he wakes up...wonder who he gets that from...hmmm) and he quickly yells out...NO! It was really funny :)
4.
Okay, so Jason is not the best softball player, we'll just get that out there. Anyways, the stake softball tourney has been going on and since he's not really good, Jason hasn't gone to the games. However, our bishop is a huge fan and has begged Jason the last two weeks to come play so our ward has enough players. We went last week, stayed a little while, but Gavin was so upset that Jason couldn't hold him and would not be consoled even by me that we (Gavin and I) left shortly after arriving. Gavin was being a HUGE Daddy's boy that day! This Saturday Jason was talked into playing again; how can you refuse the bishop?...you can't! (backstory: Gavin calls Jason "mommy" even though he was saying "daddy" long before he learned how to say "mommy." We have been trying relentlessly to get him to call Jason "daddy" over the last few months to no avail. He'll say it here and there but instead of getting better he seems to be saying "daddy" less and less lately.) So, back to the softball story...Gavin was watching the softball game and I pointed out daddy when he was up to bat. As soon as Gavin saw Jason he starts yelling at the top of his lungs..."mommy, mommy, mommy." It was HILARIOUS!! There were all these people around and all these other MACHO (I use the term lightly, its more a description of how they view themselves, they were pretty serious about the game although not as bad as last week's team) guys from the other team and here Gavin is calling his daddy, whose trying to hit the ball nonetheless, "MOMMY!"
5.
Gavin LOVES to give kisses and almost never refuses if you ask him. It's the highlight of my day! We were at a stake cultural night called On Broadway, where people from the stake performed several numbers from Broadway musicals. It was a huge production and really good. During one of the quieter parts, Gavin decides he wants to give me kisses. Now mind you, Gavin doesn't give quiet kisses, they are quite loud and juicy and full body affairs as he throws his head back when he's done. So, there we are in the back corner, you could almost hear a pin drop in the cultural hall it was that quiet and Gavin starts going "MMMMAAAA" over and over again as he gave me kisses. What's a mommy to do?
6.
Dinnertime...the bane of my existence. Ok, so I'm being melodramatic but it's not the happiest time of day. Gavin is into throwing his food on the floor lately, which Sugar loves, but me not so much. He used to sign "all done" and wait for you to take it away but now he takes a bite or two and then gets bored and chucks the rest on the floor. If I don't watch him like a hawk while he's eating I have a huge mess! Gavin usually gets hungry between 5pm and 6pm which is before Jason gets home. So I usually feed Gavin dinner, or depending on the day, pick Gavin's dinner up off the floor and then Jason and I eat later. Almost every night Gavin crawls up on Jason's lap during OUR dinner and eats like half of his food, making it really hard for Jason to eat. If Jason got home earlier and if I could trust Gavin not to throw his food on the carpet I would just put Gavin up to the table to eat with us since he wants to be a big boy. But...neither of those two conditions exist and so the chaos ensues.
That's all for now folks!
2 comments:
Oh, is sounds like you have your work cut out for you. Such a cute little boy. I love how Gavin lead you away from the hutch and then ditched you and went back, so precious.
Isn't it funny the things little boys will do. Mine loves to crawl away during Every diaper change and laughs like he is the funniest kid ever. Sometimes you want to cry but most of the time you just gotta laugh.
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