I just finished feeding Gavin his twentieth of my 6 oz. raspberry yogurt. We do this while he’s lying on his back, and therefore, it’s not too messy. He gets very excited when he sees me holding the yogurt container. I think food is his new favorite thing.

I was talking with Chris the other day about having a son versus a daughter and was remembering how I felt before we knew which gender Gavin was. I always had this feeling he was a boy, since early early pregnancy, but had no idea if that was accurate. I was somewhat apprehensive about a son, because I had no experience with young boys, having none around when I was growing up. I hoped I wouldn’t be disappointed if the baby was a boy. Then he came. I didn’t even remember to ask if it was a boy or girl for a minute (and didn’t hear the nurse announce the news as he came out.) And I was thrilled, and it really didn’t matter in the slightest that he was a boy. I do still think it would be fun to shop for tiny dresses, but that’s about the only thing I would prefer about having a girl. Not to say I’d rather have a boy. I’m just happy with who Gavin turned out to be. I think that Gavin is likely to learn how to plant things in the garden, how to vacuum, how to cook, as well as how to play ball and get covered in mud, and those are all good things to know.

A day or two ago Gavin was holding his hands out in front of his face, turning them and looking at them in amazement as if to say: I know Mom and Dad can do really cool things with their hands, and I know I have hands, but I never knew I could make them do things like that too! I thought mine just waved around of their own accord.