The Bobcat Driver

Once a week, G. gets to spend some quality time with his Me Me (grandmother) and Nanny and Pa Paw (great grandparents). Oh, the adventures they have. And I can't forget the fun he has with Toni, the lovable, world-traveling dog. In fact, G. can now point to a picture of a dog when we ask where Toni is.

On a recent play date, G., who is known as Pa Paw's Bobcat driver, got his hands on the wheel and his feet to the medal (oh wait, he can't touch the pedals), but at least he and Pa Paw felt the breeze blowing in their hair during a ride on the Mule. That being, said, it would be very likely that they could be riding a beautiful mare or a wild stallion since the in-laws do have horses, but this Mule was of the engine species.


Me Me captured this neat picture of vastly different but beautiful hands.


Me Me also took G. over to my grandparents to see them for awhile. G. showed off his Bobcat driving skills to everyone. He looks so grown up driving his toy. D. and I have been blessed with wonderful families. I'm not sure of many that would have parents and grandparents from different sides of the families visiting each other.

We Are So Blessed

I had intentions of writing a longer post about Gavin's adventures this past week, but for now my heart is full and I will leave it at this...

It can stop right now!

You just have to stop growing Mr. Man. Well, not really. Of course Mommy wants you to keep growing, but I can't believe how quickly you are changing. Just about every day leads to something new you discover and even though you're a little guy, you're somehow outgrowing your clothes and shoes.

Two days ago, you turned ten months old. I think we just skipped you being nine months altogether. It seems like we just brought you home from the hospital last week. Even then, you were looking up at us with those big eyes of yours. You get them from me you know.


But now, you dare to try everything. Just yesterday, you pulled yourself up to stand and look in your toy box, but you decided that wasn't close enough. You had to climb in. At ten months, you:
...pull up on everything
...stand with little help
...babble constantly, da da is about all we understand
...can crawl to the other side of the room in a moment's notice
...give good hugs
...love your rabbit pillow
...laugh so easily and smile unceasingly except when hungry or overly tired
...continually capture our hearts

O.k., so I give you permission to continue growing because everyone says it just gets better. For now, I'll look at this picture of you at ten months and treasure the moment.

Not your ordinary Easter rabbit

Mr. G.'s top two teeth came just in time for Easter to give the Easter bunny a run for his money. Here's a little better view of the actual pearly whites.




G. even ran into a few other Easter bunny pretenders.


And last but not least the Moore Easter photo. We were surprised that G. would even get to look for eggs this year, but he proved us wrong and crawled and pulled his way to those colorful round objects. He even managed to drop a few into his basket. It probably helped that he and mommy had a few practice runs the week leading up to Easter weekend. The best part of all was being with our family and remembering what Easter is truly about.

A Wild Hair

My son can look like two different kids depending on how his hair is. After his bath, we comb it down knowing that as soon as he wakes up in the morning, it will have a mind of its own. D. says that the sign of a good sleep is wild hair. Well, our son sure is sawing logs.

On one particular day recently, he was having a no-holds bad hair day.


And the side view....



With the help of water or spit (yea, I'm one of those moms) G. is transformed into this little boy. Some would say it's his Sunday, going to church hair style.


By the way, as I'm typing this, I leaned on my arm in thought and the smell of baby shampoo wafted up my nose. Isn't that the best smell?