Old Man...

So, we have this truck parked across the street from our house which kind of annoys me since we have to wake up and see this big, nasty truck parked outside. BUT, with Gavin I can't wait to get up and show him what is out there. Although, my enthusiam is less when its about 6:00am but you get the idea. Anyway, we pulled into the drive last night, Gavin jumped out of the car and yelled "TRUCK" I stopped dead, I swear I was hearing an old man say Truck. I couldn't believe that grown up a word came out of my little 21 pound babies mouth. He kept saying it too like he was trying it out. Truck, Truck Truck TRUCK. I was just waiting for him to ask me for the keys so he could take it for a spin or something. It was amazing. But of course, when I want him to perform his new found talent he freezes and can't seem to find that word again. So when Daddy came home and I grabbed Gavin and ran to the door and practically yelled "Gavin whats that." He looks at me with his big blue eyes raises his hands as if to say "I don't know mom, what is it." I was soo disappointed, so now I look like I heard a coo and thought he meant truck like all new mothers do, but I swear to you, he said TRUCK! I guess all that matters is that I heard it and now know that word exsists in his vocabulary to come out when we least expect it.

If that wasn't enough I was in the kitchen making dinner and I stopped and really figured out, I have a grown toddler running around my house. He was clinging to my leg, asking for a snack, and "helping" me out. It was amazing. I never really stopped to think about how grown up he really is. I can ask him a question and he can almost understand me. I ask him if he wants a snack he can shake his head yes or no which in Gavins case is always yes since that kid is a human garbage disposal like his father. I can ask him if he is ready for dinner etc. Its amazing. I guess when you live with children you do not really notice when they are growing you kind of just adapt to their needs. But if you stop and look at him interact and run around, he is a little boy no longer a baby. I am so proud to see him act like a big boy. He is getting his manners down and when he gets a snack he knows to sit down to enjoy it rather then running around. Just baffles me.
So I guess I need to refer to Gavin as my big boy rather then my baby, but right now I am not ready to and he will be my baby for a bit longer!