Gavin's been wanting me to hold him like a baby lately wrapped in a blanket like a burrito and looking into each others eyes. Man when did this kid get so big? Seems like not long ago he was so little. This made me think to tell him the story of when he was a baby. I told him how I used to rock him and sing to him and read to him. And then swaddle him and lay him in his crib only to have him wake me every couple hours to eat and poop. He loves the stories of when he was a baby and he just laughs. I told him how he grew up to be such a big boy that when we moved to Colorado he gave his pacifiers to other babies who needed them, how he started to use the potty and got rid of all of his diapers, how he got a big boy bed, and also recently got rid of his high chair and sippy cups. The only thing left to get rid of is blankie. To which he said, "no mommy, I love blankie!" Well alright. It seems to be the only thing left tying you to childhood, so I'll let you keep it!
Sidenote: at age 18 he still sleeps with his blankie. And it is a tattered, ripped, gnarly and dirty looking rag.
Riding in the Wind
Yesterday Gavin went for a bike ride on his Strider. It was really windy,
but I told him when he rides home the wind would push him. Well, he took
this quite literally and sat still on his bike, lifted his feet onto
the bars and tried to balance. He says to me, "mommy the wind isn't
pushing me." Ah so literal, I love it!
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