Baby G is on his way to get the camera….Yay!

“Mom is gonna do something funny any second now…I know it.”

I love this picture of Gavin from behind, lit up by the sun.

One of Gavins favorite things to do is brush his teeth. He got so excited about watching me and Chris brushing ours that we got him his own toothbrush a few weeks ago. He still likes using ours, but most nights when we’re getting ready for bed, he brushes his teeth. This mostly consists of chewing on the toothbrush and some waving it around, but he’s very concerned about his dental hygiene!

Gavin is almost a year old now. It seems like both yesterday and forever ago when Chris and I found out we were pregnant (we grinned nervously at eachother), and when Gavin was born. This long after the birth, I still think about it often. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. More painful than cramps that made me pass out in high school. More like a charlie horse all up and down my spine for hours and hours. I’d been hoping so much for a

On one of our walks this past week (just Gavin and I because Chris was on the phone) we passed a house with a boy in pajamas by himself out front. He was maybe six. He called to me as we went by,

This is a depiction of the typical aftermath of the Gavin’s playtime. He loves to pull all the videos and books off the shelves he can reach, and then play with them on the floor. He mixes in a few toys, his socks, something he stole from dad’s computer desk and he’s all set for a fun afternoon! Yay!

other thoughts:
The other night, up with Gavin and Chris when we all should have been sleeping but Gavin made an executive decision to be awake, I was soooo tired, but Gavin playing with my nalgene water bottle and smiling away at me and his Daddy still made me happy. I wanted a baby and love having Gavin here. I love spending hours and hours with him and taking care of him. It’s a lot of work. I know there are so many people who have kids and aren’t as thrilled about it as I am. Maybe not as prepared to accept all the work that comes with a baby. And I get cranky and tired and frustrated, even though I have a husband to help (Chris loves our son so much and is amazing at entertaining and caring for him!) and a great baby who I adore! It makes me think how much harder and bad for everyone involved it would be to have a baby when you weren’t ready, or wanting one. It might get awfully easy to be mean to the screaming baby at 3 am.

That nurse I disliked so much at the hospital in recovery from delivering Baby G said that at one point or other I’d want to hurt the baby because everyone does. Proudly and relievedly, I am now prepared to assert permanently that she was wrong. Never! Even if I do get frustrated with him occasionally. Not ever! I was frightened that she was right, even though I was skeptical. I guess there’s a lot of people who do have that experience though. Sad to think about. I’m thankful for the way things are here.