He's not a baby anymore. Gavin is 10 months old. It's hard to think that this time last year, I was carrying him in my belly. Boy, how time does fly. I've blinked my eyes, and here he is:
So, in honor of Gavin,
- He'll eat anything...even green peas. Yuck!
- Speaking of eating, even if he just got finished eating, if he sees anyone eating in front of him, he's got to have some too. The boy is a bottomless pit!
- He never just sits anymore - he HAS to pull up and cruise the furniture.
- He loves the remote controls to the TV and the ceiling fan. If he sees it, he'll drop the toy he's playing with and go after it.
- He waves hello and goodbye. And he says ma-ma, da-da, na-na, bye-bye, and hey-da (hey there?).
- He sleeps with his hiney in the air.
- He's very daring. If he's on the couch, he doesn't think twice about leaning over the side to try to reach for something on the floor.
- He always has bruises on himself - on his legs, or arms, or his head, from where he's constantly climbing on things or falling on toys. He is definitely all boy.
- If Jason and I are laughing about something, Gavin feels like he has to join in. He'll start laughing too. And sometimes you can tell it's a forced laugh.
- He does this fake whining thing. He'll squinch his nose up and then whine. It shows his two top teeth. He looks so funny.

