Cars, balls, trucks, dirt, spit, loud noises, motorcycles.
The list could go on and on. Twice a week we sit by his window and watch the garbage men pick up our trash. And if I don't open his curtains and blinds fast enough, he's freaking out trying to look out the window himself.
He HEARS them coming.
And thanks to all the construction here in Vegas, he has several opportunities to see construction trucks, also. Every time we come near one, he's pointing and trying desperately to tell me, "Look mom, a truck!"
Every time.
But, alas, he has two older sisters. So it's bound to happen that he also shares their love of SHOES.
4 comments:
Gavin's trucks = Logan's trains
He points out every "track", "x", etc. and trust me we have a lot of them!
That's so cute. I love him in the shoes-lol
gavin is all boy! what a studd! I love your new header!! you've got to learn me so photoshop! :)
Love it. I dont' think you can really know different boys are from girls until you have one of each in your family...they just come that way don't they :)
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