Uncle Damien has started something.

He over heard me say it...and now loves it. HAHA!

Hitchhiker

Gavin and myself are in the car on the way home from church this past Sabbath. We are stopped at a red light and there is a man on the side of the road with his hitchhiker's thumb extended towards traffic. From the backseat I hear this, "Mommy that man is giving you a thumbs up for driving so safe."

Kisses

IT WAS STATED THIS MORNING!!! I HAVE IT!!! I WILL HOLD HIM TO THIS FOR FOREVER!!!

It started last night. I gave him his goodnight kiss and he wiped it off. I kissed him a second time and again it was wiped off. I kissed a third and final time and once again my kiss ended on the back of his hand as he wiped it off again. Boo. What happened to my little boy who loved my kisses?
Well this morning he came to give me a kiss. I wiped it off. "Mommy don't wipe off my kisses." My response  "You wiped off my kisses."

"Mommy, I won't ever wipe off your kisses. Never. Ever." He wraps his arms around my neck and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I don't wipe it off. I kiss him. He wiped it off. 

"I thought you weren't going to wipe it off?!"

"Sorry mommy, I forgot." I kiss him again. He doesn't wipe it off.

Pee Break

Gavin is woken up at 10ish every night to make sure he has a dry night. Usually we forget to wake him but his body knows the routine and he will wake on his own and take care of the bathroom issue. The night before last Jeff went in to take him into the bathroom. Gavin woke up all upset. With his arms flung out in total frustration he cries, "I just made my bed. I messed it up. Now the blankets are all messed up and not pretty." Onward to the bathroom he walked. Thinking he had wet the bed we checked. No, no mess. Just the remains of a body throwing the covers around. So yes. He was so upset that he had messed up his blankets and stuffed animals. Poor boy.

Backyard friends

Gavin has no fear on picking up toads and looking at snakes...or maybe it was a legless Glass Lizard.