Two Years

I often think about all the tears that came along with having 3 children. Mostly from ME. And especially when I'm debating about when to be preggie with #4 (yes, it IS a possibility).

But most of these past two years were of laughter. And fun. Because boys are just that. FUN.

Tomorrow, Gavin's turning 2. It's amazing how quickly it all happened. How he changed from a needy infant, to a rough and silly toddler.

There are several "every day" moments that I felt I needed to capture, before I turn around and he's an awkward boy. So:

*Loves to jump on the trampoline with his trucks. If it wasn't so darned hot, he'd be out there for hours.
*Wakes me up in the morning with his babbling about poop/pee, daddy, or mom.
*Makes deep, manly truck noises while he's driving them down my back.
*Obsessed with cars, trucks, and motorcycles. Steve has introduced him to YouTube, so he watches the beforementioned online while I'm getting ready in the mornings.
*A little fish in the water. Hardly does he want any help with swimming; his little legs kick like crazy to keep up with his sisters.
*"Cute" is his new favorite word. As we're browsing in TJMaxx, I see him pull a shirt of the rack and tell me how "cute" it is. Yes, you can tell he spends lots of time shopping with his mom and sisters.
*The pickiest eater. And in an annoying way. He will LOVE food one day, and then refuse to even sit at the table and look at food the next. Ketchup has been my rescuer. Gavin will eat ANYTHING with ketchup, much to the girls' disgust.

There are so many more, but this will do for now. Happy birthday mini Steve.