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?'

Hug Tight

Growing up I never thought I would loose the ones I love, I wanted to keep them in a box forever and whenever I needed them I wanted to take them out and hug them and make them promise never to leave me.
Now that I am older, I am aware that is not real and the ones I love will someday leave me and I cannot keep them forever. I learned that this week when my grandpa died. My grandpa was someone that unfortunately I took for granted, he was a rock that would never and could never budge. He was an electrician, he was a rattlesnake wrestler, not someone who would leave this world unhappy. When I learned about his death and how it happened there was so many things I wanted to say to him. I wanted to ask him why, I wanted to give him one last hug and I wanted to sit down and take away all his pain, but I couldn't do that and that makes me feel useless.
I wanted to tell my Grandpa that he was my favorite part of Pennsylvania, that I talked about him all the time and always thought he was so 'Cute'. My grandpa loved hard candies and that was something that we shared. He would always have them in his pocket and give me one when he saw me. That is what I will always remember about my grandpa, among other things. I saw him two weeks before this happened and gave him a hug and promised I would see him soon, had I known I would have hugged him extra hard and whispered 'I love you'. But something tells me, he knew. I do not always believe of an after life, but I must admit it does make it easier. Every night, I blow a kiss and whisper goodnight, that is not only for him but for my entire family, I love you.
So, when you see your family and your friends hug them extra hard, because you never know when it will be your last hug.

I can do that....

So my brother got married YEA! It was a gorgeous wedding on a VERY windy day. It was nice to see everyone and see my brother happy, that was the nicest thing.

I was sitting there watching something other then the wedding for awhile though, I was watching the photographers sitting there thinking " I can do that" I KNOW that taking pictures is a bit more complicated then pointing and shooting, but it looked like SOO much fun. Everyone is happy when taking pictures of a wedding and it looked like so much fun. I got to thinking HEY, I can be a photographer. You may be thinking "Huh?" But really, I feel as though I can really get into this. My uncle photographed our wedding and did an AMAZING job, while I am far from being on the same playing field as him, I feel as though I can get there with practice and the right equipment.

So after a lengthy car ride with my mom and multiple stops to take pictures of mailboxes (Yea, we are going to make a mailbox poster) I decided that I want to get a nice SLR digital camera, the quest was on. Now, for everyone who knows me I am not the most patient person and when I want something I want it NOW whether it be a camera, a haircut or a piece of chocolate when the urge hits I NEED IT NOW. So by Wednesday I am a proud owner of a D40 X Nikon camera, I am in love!!! I can just see myself now taking the action shots, that make people smile and cry. I want to be the photographer that people call to take pictures of their family, wedding, birthday party etc. Dare to dream I know, but I really feel that if nothing else this can be a hobby for me. Granted I have had my camera for what not even 24 hours, but I FEEL the photography juices running in my blood.

Well, we shall see.. I am off to read about my new camera...More to come.

Reality TV

Alright, so I just read my cousins blog because she is really the only one I know how does "Blog" so I am cool and just respond to her blog as really, my life is pretty boring and I have nothing to report today. I did have a very funny conversating with my mom over the weekend, however my memory is that of a 90 year old man and I cannot remember what we talked about....hmmm...
So anyway, I read my cousins blog and the HORROR, she put down my reality TV show Big Brother. That show is what I watch every Monday, Thursday and Sunday (Yes even i admit its sad that it is on three nights in a row) But it does follow a very close pattern as to why and even my husband has gotten into it. It really has no purpose, and really it is rather silly, but I enjoy watching people who have no life and no job to speak of. Becuase when you think of it, what employer would allow their employee to leave for three months to play a reality TV show? Called Big Brother.. Survivor I could see letting them go on that show as it is challenging. But on Big Brother their biggest challenge is eating slop, which BTW looks like cold chunky oatmeal. They should sent he leftovers to the straving people in Survivor they would eat that like it was a five course meal. But anyway, I watch this BB for many reasons.
1. My life is pathetic and i enjoy others whose lives are equally boring and pathetic
2. My mom and husband watch this show and enjoy making fun of them
3. It gives me something to watch while I am knitting
4. I just am shameless and just LOVE this show.
Call me crazy, but it makes me laugh and i will continue to watch it despite what all you critics have to say. You may think you are not missing anything, and really.... your right. You are not missing much except for the "water cooler talk" That revolves around this show. Much like the horrible performance of Britney Spears last night.. Need I say more??