No pants? No Problem

Gavins new way to walk around the house is with no pants and just his new sandals. I take them off to let his "Piggys" free and he squeals and puts his foot out for me to put his sandals back on. He cannot stand to be without shoes, its funny most kids squeal to get their shoes off. Nope, not my man, he wants them on all day everyday. He even naps with them on.

We went to Target awhile ago, and he went hog wild in the shoe aisle. Pointing at all the pretty shoes and wanting to put them on, even the girls shoes which I gotta admit are prettier then the male versions.

I call Gavin my little Fashionista, he loves feeling clothes, he loves wearing his shoes and he loves feeling the ruffles on my shirt. The other odd thing that he does is reach down my shirt anytime he needs to be comforted. I stopped breastfeeding at 6 weeks, could he be wanting something he didn't have enough time to connect with? My motherly mind keeps thinking that, maybe I should have breastfed longer, maybe I should have cuddled him more when he was a baby. But, my adult mind is saying Nope, he is a boy and he just likes his boobs. So I keep trying to let me adult mind ahead of my motherly mind just for this instance so I do not drive myself nuts with guilt. But why do they do this? What is so comforting about reaching down your mothers shirt and feeling around down there? Is it warm? Soft? We will probably never know.. But in the time being he can wear no pants, reach down my shirt and no one will question it, enjoy it sweet boy, these pleasures do not last for long.. Am I right?

Nothing Better..

There is really nothing better then a sleeping baby, and no its not because they are quiet. Its because they are so cuddly and just beautiful. Gavin has learned how to get himself into our bed without fault. He screams his little baby head off and here he comes into our bed to snuggle. So rough I know
It all starts with a whimper, which of course wakes me up. I swear if a mouse farted I would wake up. Anyway, it starts with a Gavin whimper, then it goes from 0-100 in about 2.5 seconds. He just howls, I swear the neighbors think we hurt him on a nightly basis. I always let him go for awhile just to see if he will find his pacifier and calm himself down, that rarely happens, but I do silently wish it would since Gavin has become a little bed hog. But generally, I poke my dead to the world husband and tell him to go get his crying, screaming son. He humphs and groans, grabs Gavin and flops him into bed next to me. Now here is where you will sigh with me, Gavin will grab my hand and put it against his face and fall back asleep, ready, set *SIGH* how sweet is that? I still maintain the fact that all my baby wanted was his mama. How can I deny that of my baby boy? So its sleeping bliss for ohhh about 5 minutes. That is when the kicking and the rolling starts. I get a foot in the face, a finger in the mouth and another foot down my shirt...aww great....
Usually around 5am I find him across the bed length wise with the feet in my face and his head underneath Nicks armpit, sooo cute. I always have a good laugh when I open my eyes and see this because seriously someone needs to take a picture of this, these are the moments you want to remember forever.
Once he is awake and in turn means I am awake we have a rousing game of "can you hear the birds" Which lasts a good 5 minutes and then he is demanding his bottle of milk. This has become a daily occurence in the morning, which I would NEVER change for the world. Who needs sleep anyway?

"Take you for a ride on my big green Tractor"

Yes, there is a song out there titled "Big Green Tractor" Its a country song about a guy who is bringing his girl around the farm on his big green tractor. Well, here is my man on his big green tractor. This picture really shows my babies personality to a T. One hand on the wheel looking at something in the distance with his mind on something else. His big belly jutted out like the redneck baby that he is. The only thing missing is a cowboy hat and a Budweiser. HA
Along with his silly rednecky side there is the sweet boy that I cannot believe is mine. Randomly now he will come up and pucker his lips and lay a big wet kiss on my lips or cheek and hug me, those moments make me want to cry. He has such a big heart and really does understand emotions. If I am upset or in a bad mood he does everything in his little power to put a smile on my face whether it be him crinkling his nose and smiling or just doing a dance in front of me and stopping to smile at me, he is gonna make one heck of a husband one day!

Welcome to the new blog!

well I decided to move the Gavin blog here for many reasons.
1. I am tired of the site deleting my posts over and over again so I end up writing the same thing two, three, even four times.
2. When I am at work it randomly pops up, and when the boss is talking to you and 'totsite' pops up it does not necessarily scream, I AM WORKING!
3. I realized the last time I wrote on this was two years ago.... Oops.

So here we are, I hope the new home is good to us.
Lets see what is new? Gavin has learned a new trick, but he does not get a cookie for this treat. He has learned to climb tables, chairs and pretty much anything else that will give me a heartattack. Today I looked over and he was chilling in our chair with this grin on his face like "ha, mom look at me sucker" It was priceless really, I wish I had a camera for that moment. His new trick has just caused more work for me, gone are the days where I can leave him out in the living room while I go pee, going pee is a thing of the past. I always remembered my mom saying "I never got a moment, not even to pee." I scoffed and thought to myself. You gotta pee for goodness sake. Yea, that is why they invented depends, for mothers who have climbing children like mine. Great.
It is pretty cute though watching him shimmy his hiney up the table and sit there like it is the best thing since sliced bread.
So while I still maintain the fact that my son is a genius, I wish he was not smart enough to climb everything in site. I think I will be the youngest person to ever go to the hair salon and ask the girl 'can you cover these gray hairs?'