I am sitting here thinking of what to write. Do I start off with how stinking adorable my son is, while he sits next to me playing so quietly with his Play-doh. How he stacks the tubs, or how he takes out a color, gives it to me and assumes I will make balls for him to put into his tupperware. How besides going outside this is his new favorite thing. He can spend an hour sitting at the table playing and when you put it away he cries and throws a fit. Or how when playing with Daddy, Greg got upset because, GOD FORBID, A TODDLER COMBINES TWO OF THE COLORS. I had to have a little talk with Greg after that, and remind him. THIS IS GAVIN'S TOYS, NOT YOURS. He can do with it what he wants..... Sheesh.
Or maybe I will talk about the lovely weekend I had with my hubby and baby. That started on Friday with my heading to the Zoo with Grandma and Aunt Jenny. How Gavin could finally see all the animals and say goodbye to them as we walked by. How he loved to run around and didn't even get frightened of the Peacock as it strutted in front of him. He was wonderful and we had such a good day. And how we made it back to the Zoo yesterday with his cousins, Uncle Tony and Grammy. How he loved holding hands with the big kids and once again would not eat a single spoonful of ice cream.
Or should I talk about our "watch dogs" and how I am trading them in for a chihuahua or something a little more barky. Heather was in town and was staying the night with us Saturday night. We left the front door open a light on and told her to just head on in when she got here. Well, she came in the house, into our bedroom and did a flying leap right into our bed WITHOUT EITHER DOG BARKING OR GETTING UP. Seriously, what kind of watch dogs do we have? RIDICULOUS.
We spent all of Sunday in the pools, playing and sleeping. We had a lot of family time, not just with us, but with the Grandparents also. It was a nice and mellow weekend and those are few and far between. It was the kind of weekend that you want to never end. How on Sunday I woke up at 7:20am and Greg said, "honey don't go back to bed, come and sit with me and relax." And I did, while my son and Auntie Heather slept until 8.
My son trying to drink like a dog off the patio floor after Elvis knocked over Grandma's Margarita.
He slept VERY WELL that night!
Or should I talk about how every time a motorcycle drives by, Gavin will stop and stare, point and say "Papa". He thinks every person on a motorcycle is Papa Jerry. Or if he sees one in a parking lot we have to stop and check it out.
Are these not THE cutest footie pjs ever? I can't wait for winter!
Or should I bring up that I mowed our leech field for THE FIRST TIME EVER on Saturday? Granted we have a rider now and I had Gavin on my lap the entire time. It was so fun, seriously, it was. It was our poop field, so I wasn't worried how I needed to make the lines straight, or look out for the sprinkler heads. Just don't ask Greg about the ONE ROCK I drove over WITH THE BRAND NEW BLADES. Oh the horror.
Or maybe talk about the gorgeous sunsets we have been seeing out of our backyard. I love my life.