G was singing the “hush little baby” song that my mom sings to him when she was here. (I am bad about singing to my kids.) He said, ” Hush little baby don’t say a word. Gavin’s gonna buy you a Mocking Bird. And if that mocking bird don’t sing, throw it away and get a new one.”
On the same note. G was pretending to drive a boat and I asked where we were going. He said, “to the hospital!” I said, “why?” “Our baby is sick. We need to get a new one!”
Our immobile days are dwindling. Gav is going to have to give up his beloved “farm toy/people” table in a few days I’m afraid. This kid is up on all fours rocking around. He’s going to be a little terror. And adorable, deceptive little terror.
We gave Gav a hair cut the other day. My camera happened to be near by, so I snapped these. We cut it shorter than I like…next time I will keep it longer, but he does pretty good throughout the whole process.
P.S. Have I mentioned that Gav is actually officially for real potty trained? I can’t believe he’s not going to go to college in diapers. It was like all of a sudden it all clicked and he decided to do it and we have had relatively few accidents since. Huurah!