Gavin turned 2 in February. Yay!
He got to celebrate his birthday with his cousin Graye who turned 18. This is him opening his fire engine. He found this at the store and tried walking out to the parking lot with it and freaked when we tried to take it away. So we decided this would be his birthday gift. He made it easy for us.
Two is definitely a fun age (And a busy one too!) I love hearing his communication skills emerge. He loves to say prayers. Points out any car, truck, or plane he sees. He LOVES things with wheels. He makes the sounds of just about any animal. Just ask him what they say and he'll tell you! He even makes the sound of Tito and throughout the day howls so Tito will howl along with him. He sings to the Mumford and Sons song "I Will Wait." (Gotta get that on video). He loves shoes of all kinds. And he loves figuring out clasps - the belts to his stroller, high chair, carseat, etc. He is fully entertained by just figuring out how they go together. He also LOVES to be chased. Whether it's time to put shoes on or get dressed or take a bath or eat, it always comes after I've chased him down. Who needs to workout? He loves to give hugs, and if we're laying down he'll come up and lay his head on us. So sweet. His latest obsession: Ethan. It's really cute to watch that brotherly connection between them. One of my favorite things is at bedtime, as much as he doesn't want to go to bed and may fight it, as soon as we lay him in our arms and rock him and sing him a song, it's like a bedtime switch goes off and he immediately becomes very still and quiet and just listens. And believe me, him being still and quiet is a rare treat. He's lively and fun and talkative. Now, if we could just get him to expand his food repertoire we'd be happy. :)
We love you Gavers! Happy Birthday sweet baby!
Playing peek a boo in his stroller. Look at that smile!
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Neighborhood Mama Bear
I've gotta try be more current with my posts instead of always playing the catch up game. I'll post about February (it's a must, since it's Gavin's birthday month) a little later...
Yesterday I came home from dropping Ethan off at school. I left my garage door open since I was planning on leaving within a 1/2 hour. Pretty much as soon as I got inside the house, Tito starts barking from the laundry room (which adjoins the garage) so I peak out the door to see what he's barking at. A guy had pulled up and stopped at the end of my driveway in between my house and my neighbors. I watched to see what he was doing. I just assumed he was a friend of my neighbors, but he starts walking up my driveway. 'Uh oh, what does this guy want.' He stopped right before entering my garage, and stands there with a hand in his sweatshirt pocket. Maybe I've watched too many Datelines but I wouldn't have been surprised if he had a weapon hiding in there. He told me he just dropped off his kids at school and needed gas money to get to work. Uh huh, sure. I tell him sorry, no. And as he turned to walk over to my neighbors I immediately closed my garage door. I got a bad feeling about him and knew he was up to no good. I especially didn't believe a word he said since we live in a different neighborhood from the school and why would he waste gas by working his way through my neighborhood all the way to my house and letting his car run as he's looking for "gas" money.
I peaked out my front window to see what he was up to. I see him get into his car and drive two houses down to my other neighbor's house in my cul de sac. I watched him walk up to her house, which also has the garage door wide open. I tried to quietly go out my front door to get his license plate number but he immediately saw me. I wave at him, to show him that I was on to him. And then I wave him away and yelled across the cul de sac, "See ya!" He yells back, "What, I can't ask for money?" "No!" I yell back. "Well, I need gas money!" "Then why are you wasting your gas? I'm getting your license plate number right now!" "I'm late for work!" He responds. "Then go to work! Get out of my neighborhood!" By that time he gets back in his car and drives off. But of course I couldn't get close enough to get his license plate number.
Wow, where did that come from?? Seriously, that confrontation really isn't like me. It's like something came over me and all of a sudden I felt empowered and thought I was the mama bear of the neighborhood. Later, as I was thinking about it, I thought, "Wow, I was pretty rude." And I second guessed myself and thought maybe he really did need money for gas. But then I have to remind myself that none of his words or behavior made any sense. And I know I need to go with my gut feeling about him. So, I think I'm justified in being rude. Right? This happened a couple hours before an old couple drove passed me going the wrong way on the road. I felt like I was in the twilight zone.
That experience reminded me the importance of being more careful. You never know who's out there and what their intentions are.
Yesterday I came home from dropping Ethan off at school. I left my garage door open since I was planning on leaving within a 1/2 hour. Pretty much as soon as I got inside the house, Tito starts barking from the laundry room (which adjoins the garage) so I peak out the door to see what he's barking at. A guy had pulled up and stopped at the end of my driveway in between my house and my neighbors. I watched to see what he was doing. I just assumed he was a friend of my neighbors, but he starts walking up my driveway. 'Uh oh, what does this guy want.' He stopped right before entering my garage, and stands there with a hand in his sweatshirt pocket. Maybe I've watched too many Datelines but I wouldn't have been surprised if he had a weapon hiding in there. He told me he just dropped off his kids at school and needed gas money to get to work. Uh huh, sure. I tell him sorry, no. And as he turned to walk over to my neighbors I immediately closed my garage door. I got a bad feeling about him and knew he was up to no good. I especially didn't believe a word he said since we live in a different neighborhood from the school and why would he waste gas by working his way through my neighborhood all the way to my house and letting his car run as he's looking for "gas" money.
I peaked out my front window to see what he was up to. I see him get into his car and drive two houses down to my other neighbor's house in my cul de sac. I watched him walk up to her house, which also has the garage door wide open. I tried to quietly go out my front door to get his license plate number but he immediately saw me. I wave at him, to show him that I was on to him. And then I wave him away and yelled across the cul de sac, "See ya!" He yells back, "What, I can't ask for money?" "No!" I yell back. "Well, I need gas money!" "Then why are you wasting your gas? I'm getting your license plate number right now!" "I'm late for work!" He responds. "Then go to work! Get out of my neighborhood!" By that time he gets back in his car and drives off. But of course I couldn't get close enough to get his license plate number.
Wow, where did that come from?? Seriously, that confrontation really isn't like me. It's like something came over me and all of a sudden I felt empowered and thought I was the mama bear of the neighborhood. Later, as I was thinking about it, I thought, "Wow, I was pretty rude." And I second guessed myself and thought maybe he really did need money for gas. But then I have to remind myself that none of his words or behavior made any sense. And I know I need to go with my gut feeling about him. So, I think I'm justified in being rude. Right? This happened a couple hours before an old couple drove passed me going the wrong way on the road. I felt like I was in the twilight zone.
That experience reminded me the importance of being more careful. You never know who's out there and what their intentions are.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
January
January is Ethan's birthday month. He is officially double digits. I can't believe I've got a 10 year old! I must be old.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
December
This picture warms the cockles of my heart. Having our kids 8 years apart, I never thought they'd EVER get to wear matching clothes. Look at them, they're in matching jammies! Love. It.
We stayed home this year for Christmas. We did our traditional Christmas Eve and Christmas Day festivities - Dinner, nativity, and sing along (a must when my mom is around) with my parents and siblings and their families. And leftovers and games on Christmas day.
We did a little humanitarian work this Christmas season. We made a blanket for a little girl in Ethan's class who has cancer. Watching Chad and Ethan tie a quilt for the first time in their lives made me happy. Making this quilt made Christmas so much more meaningful this year for me.
This is our day after Christmas ice skating excursion with our family and friends. This was the first time Ethan had ever been ice skating, and sadly, it may be the last. He didn't like it all that much.
And let us not forget the double fishy Ethan found in the Goldfish bag. May they R.I.P.
We stayed home this year for Christmas. We did our traditional Christmas Eve and Christmas Day festivities - Dinner, nativity, and sing along (a must when my mom is around) with my parents and siblings and their families. And leftovers and games on Christmas day.
We did a little humanitarian work this Christmas season. We made a blanket for a little girl in Ethan's class who has cancer. Watching Chad and Ethan tie a quilt for the first time in their lives made me happy. Making this quilt made Christmas so much more meaningful this year for me.
This was Gavin's big gift. He loved this car so much that for a week he did nothing but play in it. It was awesome! It's so rewarding when you buy your kids something you think they'll like, and they actually use it for more than one day.
This was Ethan's big gift, an electric scooter. It hasn't been utilized as much as we'd hoped, but I don't totally blame Ethan since our street has been covered with snow or ice most every day since Christmas.
This is our day after Christmas ice skating excursion with our family and friends. This was the first time Ethan had ever been ice skating, and sadly, it may be the last. He didn't like it all that much.
And let us not forget the double fishy Ethan found in the Goldfish bag. May they R.I.P.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Remember November, December, January, & February?
I remember, but my blog doesn't. Thank you Judy for being my one faithful blog reader and reminding me that I hadn't posted in way too long.
NOVEMBER Thanksgiving Mysteries
Mystery #1. We drove back to California to visit Chad's family. It was the first time we've actually traveled for Thanksgiving in I don't know how long. The first mystery began when we came to a dead stop in the middle of the Sierras at 11 o'clock at night. We sat, and we sat, oh yeah...and we sat. We turned off the car, let Gavin out of his carseat so he could play, and listened to the pouring rain and Ethan complain about being stopped for so long. We were so excited to finally get moving after an hour of being at a dead stop. We drove about a mile when we came to another stop. Surely, we'd get moving soon. Nope. We sat in the car for another two hours. I repeat, TWO hours. There's nothing like being three hours from your destination in the middle of the night at a dead stop having to go pee so badly that you are dreaming of wearing Gavin's diaper and just letting loose. I didn't, but I was definitely close. We figured there was an accident up there somewhere but even as we got moving again at 2am, we never saw the reason why we were stopped for a total of THREE hours. At least give us the satisfaction of seeing what made three lanes of traffic come to a dead stop, in the pouring rain, in the middle of the night. What can I say, we like to rubber neck.
Mystery #2. We realized we lost our car keys on Thanksgiving day. We turned the house apart over and over, we even called a locksmith out on Thanksgiving day to open the trunk to see if we had left them in there as we unloaded the trunk. No sign of them. They were gone. The next day as we were on the verge of calling a tow truck to tow the car to the dealership to have them make a new key for us, Chad's sister calls us from work saying she found them in her work bag. Mystery solved! How they got in her work bag is still a huge mystery.
Other than that, it was a wonderful Thanksgiving. One of my highlights of the trip was when me, Chad, the kids, and Judy took a little trek over to my hometown where we drove by all my old stomping grounds, all the while reminiscing about the good ol' days (sorry to bore you guys!). One of my favorite stops was at Thrify's ice cream where we devoured my favorite childhood ice cream flavor, Double Chocolate Malted Crunch. There's nothing more nostalgic than that. Too bad it's not 25 cents like the good old days. Later, we met up with Chad's sister and her two kids in San Francisco where we visited Ocean Beach and Ghiradelli Square. Our usual San Fran spots. Oh yeah, and we ate at Boudins (famous for their sourdough).
December's post and pictures coming soon (as soon as I can get them off Chad's phone).
NOVEMBER Thanksgiving Mysteries
Mystery #1. We drove back to California to visit Chad's family. It was the first time we've actually traveled for Thanksgiving in I don't know how long. The first mystery began when we came to a dead stop in the middle of the Sierras at 11 o'clock at night. We sat, and we sat, oh yeah...and we sat. We turned off the car, let Gavin out of his carseat so he could play, and listened to the pouring rain and Ethan complain about being stopped for so long. We were so excited to finally get moving after an hour of being at a dead stop. We drove about a mile when we came to another stop. Surely, we'd get moving soon. Nope. We sat in the car for another two hours. I repeat, TWO hours. There's nothing like being three hours from your destination in the middle of the night at a dead stop having to go pee so badly that you are dreaming of wearing Gavin's diaper and just letting loose. I didn't, but I was definitely close. We figured there was an accident up there somewhere but even as we got moving again at 2am, we never saw the reason why we were stopped for a total of THREE hours. At least give us the satisfaction of seeing what made three lanes of traffic come to a dead stop, in the pouring rain, in the middle of the night. What can I say, we like to rubber neck.
Mystery #2. We realized we lost our car keys on Thanksgiving day. We turned the house apart over and over, we even called a locksmith out on Thanksgiving day to open the trunk to see if we had left them in there as we unloaded the trunk. No sign of them. They were gone. The next day as we were on the verge of calling a tow truck to tow the car to the dealership to have them make a new key for us, Chad's sister calls us from work saying she found them in her work bag. Mystery solved! How they got in her work bag is still a huge mystery.
Other than that, it was a wonderful Thanksgiving. One of my highlights of the trip was when me, Chad, the kids, and Judy took a little trek over to my hometown where we drove by all my old stomping grounds, all the while reminiscing about the good ol' days (sorry to bore you guys!). One of my favorite stops was at Thrify's ice cream where we devoured my favorite childhood ice cream flavor, Double Chocolate Malted Crunch. There's nothing more nostalgic than that. Too bad it's not 25 cents like the good old days. Later, we met up with Chad's sister and her two kids in San Francisco where we visited Ocean Beach and Ghiradelli Square. Our usual San Fran spots. Oh yeah, and we ate at Boudins (famous for their sourdough).
December's post and pictures coming soon (as soon as I can get them off Chad's phone).
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Did I Mention?
Because I'm a slacker on my blog there are often many things we do that I don't blog about. Here is a smattering of events, if you will, of the happenings from the past 6 months, that went unblogged.
NEON TREES CONCERT
THE PUMPKIN PATCH
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| It looks like they're on the moon. |
THE AQUARIUM
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| Sorry Gav, you get to be the mermaid this time. |
A TRIP TO THE LAKE WITH FRIENDS
DIRTY DASH
GRANDMA MARGARET'S FUNERAL
CHASE AND SARAH'S WEDDING
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| We flew to Vegas in May for my nephew Chase's wedding. It was a beautiful day and they're a beautiful couple. |
| While we were there we visited the school named after my grandfather. We also visited the M & M store on the strip and discovered the joy of raspberry m&ms. Yum! |
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| Chad and I got to see the Neon Trees. It was super fun. |
Done. I think I'm officially caught up...
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Chad's mission buddy is the bass player in the band and we got to hang out before the concert and go to dinner with him.
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| This is Chad's other mission buddy and his wife who also got to enjoy the show with us. |
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Conversations with Gavin
Gavin is 20 1/2 months now. I really can't believe he's almost two. So crazy. He is such a FUN and busy baby. I love watching him progress in his ability to understand and to communicate more and more.
Gavin's vocabulary.
diaper: bopple
water: wah wah (used for any sort of liquid including milk, rivers, rain, puddles, etc)
grandma: mama (also used for mom)
binky: di di (pronounced dee dee)
outside: side (used often and then turns into crying when he can't go 'side')
apple: bapple
banana: na na
yogurt: gogur
cracker: cracka
car: cock
hot: dot (in a really intense voice as he backs away from the oven)
Tito (our dog): Tio (pronounced Tee-o) He has also learned to howl which in turn makes Tito howl.
Cereal: ceo
Please: peas
Conversations with Gavin usually go like this:
Mom: Did you have fun with grandma?
Gavin: Ya
Mom: Do you have a stinky diaper?
Gavin: Ya
Mom: Are you just so adorable?
Gavin: Ya
Mom: Did you throw this in the toilet yesterday?
Gavin: Ya
He'll usually answer "Ya" to any question you ask him.
Conversations with Gavin in the car:
Gavin: Mama!
Mom: Ya? (I wonder where he gets it)
Gavin: Mama!
Mom: Ya?
Gavin: Mom!
Mom: Yes Gavin?
Gavin: Mama!
Mom: What buddy?
Continue that conversation for a 10 minute car ride. Probably doesn't get more in depth than that.
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