Go over to Mud Soup to read about my sisters visit to Utah at the beginning of this month. I haven’t had time to type up anything about it yet. We had a blast when she was here and we miss her a lot!!!! Be sure to visit the photo section too.
Monthly Archive for July, 2005
I want to blow up a picture of Gavin for our master bathroom. I want to have it framed and whatnot too. I can’t deicide which of these four is the cutest. If it were up to me I’d blow them all up. Which do you think is blow-up-able?
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Bath time at our house is crazy since Gavin has learned that he can pull him self up in the tub. Worst he will throw himself back and make a HUGE splash, soaking me, the floor, and anything else in his way. He also now spends almost a half hour in the tub. He gets so mad when I take him out before he is ready. He doesn’t rule around here, oh no, 
Gavin at 4:29pm MDT today. He had been sleeping since one. The longest nap he has taken for WEEKS! YAY! I actually had to go check to make sure he was breathing.
If you glance to your left you will see I have listed links to all of Gavin’s pictures. Those of you who replied to my Gavipolooza post were emailed the password to them. I haven’t decided yet, but I may just put pictures in his albums rather then post them on my site. I have no idea if that will be too much a hassle for me though. But for now I will still post them on my site.
Anyway if you want to view his albums either comment or email me and I will send you the password. I have set it up so hopefully you will only need to enter it once and then never again.
So I was over at The Woman wonders and I read a post about her son’s potty training woes (Kelly I hope you don’t mind me referring back to this ?). It made me really curious as to what everyone is doing about the whole "What do we call the penis and vagina" issue.
I grew up in a house that didn’t beat around the bush (no pun intended) Penis and Vagina were a just that, a Penis and Vagina. When we were young we called all private parts Pee-Pee’s though. I don’t know what we have decided to do for Gavin. But I think we’ll just keep it simple and call it a Pee-Pee, but let him know that boys have a Penis and girls have a Vagina.
I know a woman who lets her daughter call her vagina, a pussy. I guess to each their own.
So I am polling you all, what are you calling it?
Gavin had his 9 month well baby check up today. Yes, yes, I know he is 10 months. But we were slow. Anyway Doctor Hottie (And I mean HOT-TAY!) said he is doing great. They gave me a sheet to fill out of things he can and cannot do. The only thing he isn’t doing that he should be is bending over while holding onto whatever he is holding onto and pick up something and then go right back up to standing. He also can’t go from standing to sitting, he just lets himself fall back. But otherwise he is right on target. We talked about his reflux because he is still having troubles with it. But the doc seems to think we should reevaluate once he is on whole milk.
Okay and now for the stats. I can’t remember his head size, but it was 75%. His weight was 21lbs 9oz (I thought he would be heavier) which they said was 50%. And now for his height a WHOPPING 27 1/4 inches. That’s right he hasn’t even grown an entire inch in 4 months. We were worried. But the doc said that based on our height he will be in between 6 feet and 6 feet four inches. So we shouldn’t worry. Some kids just don’t get their growth spurts until later in life. So I guess Gavin will just be a midget for awhile.
So he’s short and fat and cuddly! I can deal with that! Sorry no picture because a friend is borrowing our camera. She said she’d give it back Sunday but she hasn’t. Hopefully tomorrow she’ll give it back so we can have some pictures of the Goo.
(intuition always makes me think of that stupid cheesy Jewel song where she sells herself out and looks damn stupid doing it)
Aka a great example of why the state should take my baby away…
A little background, The other morning I was getting a glass out to have my morning dose of, ummm, we’ll call it juice (so I drink at 8am, who doesn’t these days?). I ended up dropping the glass and it shattered all over the floor, but majority ended up on the kitchen rug. I was in a pissy mood anyway, and that just topped it off because that is like the tenth glass I had broken this month alone (yeah I need to stop eating butter). John being the great and wonderful husband he is capable of being only when I am pissed off, volunteered to clean it up for me. Well I fed Gavin breakfast and watched him come through with the rug so he could shake it out. So I figured all was well and cleaned up.
So John went up to bed and so I decided to do some dishes. I put Gavin in the dinning room where one of his 16 toy boxes is, so he could ignore those toys and terrorize the cat instead. The kitchen looks right over the dinning room and he was on the opposite side of the corner. So he was just out of my view but if I moved just a bit I could see him. Anyway I was loading away and I all of a sudden got this sick feeling. I look over at Gavin and see that he has something in his hand. I couldn’t tell what it was but I thought it might be dog food because that is his other favorite thing to play with, or eat. So I go over to him and I realize he has a piece of glass in his hand. I KIDD YOU NOT. It was a pretty small piece that he could have easily swallowed. So after I checked him all over, vacuumed, and then took one of those tape lint roller over the entire carpet. I thanked God that nothing happened to him.
Morale of the story (well besides the obvious that John and I are clearly not fit to be parents), never let my husband clean, period. He always does a half assed job whether he means to or not. I ended up stepping on two slivers on the linoleum that day too.
I have uploaded all of Gavin’s pictures. I am talking thousands into my gallery. So much cuteness it is unbelievable. I am not going to post the link here because none of them have a watermark on them. If you want the link post a comment and I will send it to you.
