party

Gavin loves parties. Ever since before his second birthday, when Jason would pretend a birthday party with him and his Little People, Gavin has been obsessed. Whenever he sees a table, he wants to have a party. We sing a lot of happy birthday in our house.

Yesterday Gavin and I were in the basement. He played with a bunch of dice he found while I cut and sewed some diaper covers for him. He decided he wanted to have a party on the card table, so we did.

Fast forward to today. We went down again, and immediately he wanted to have a party. I said not on the table, cuz it was busy with fabric, but maybe he could have a party on his drum (a large popcorn tin). I moved the party to the drum. He said, no he didn't want the party on his drum, then got distracted. A few minutes later, he sat down. On his drum. Then he leapt up, exclaiming, "Oh no! Party all over my butt!"

necks, who needs 'em?

The other night Jason was upstairs with Gavin reading some books. I was downstairs on the computer. I sneezed, which caused some really bad round ligament pain. I yelped and made a bit of noise until the pain subsided. Jason called down and asked if I had thrown my neck out. I said no, just round ligaments.

When they were done with the books, Gavin came down the stairs and asked me "Where Mommy neck'ace is?"

"I don't know," I answered, baffled as to why he was asking about my necklace.

"In trash can. Mommy throw it out."

And then I understood. "No," I responded, hiding a smile, "Mommy didn't throw out her necklace. I still have it." Then I explained that Daddy had been asking if I'd hurt my neck.

What's even funnier is that ever since then, he periodically clutches his neck and says something about throwing out his neck, but its clear that he still thinks it means disposing of it in the garbage.

who that is?

Jason and Gavin were watching a documentary on the History channel this morning. A man appeared on the screen, a pilot of a WWII plane. Gavin asked, "Who that is Daddy?" Jason explained that he was a soldier who flew a plane. Gavin looked back at the man on the screen and said, "Like him." A minute or so later, another man appeared. Again Gavin asked, "Who that is?" Jason told him. Gavin looked back at the screen and said, "Love him."

We had a rather busy day today. In the morning, G and I were outside playing and he got his first bee sting. He came running over to me c;utching his arm and wailing in that way that I knew something was really wrong. I'd been over by the bush where he'd been a few minutes earlier and had seen a couple bees, and sure enough that was what had happened. A little baking soda and water did the trick and in no time he was playing happily outside again.

This afternoon our neighbors invited us to Franklin Park Conservatory to see the butterflies. We'd never been there, and now I wish we'd gone before. It's lovely there. It was close to closing time so we hurried through most of it to get to the butterflies, but I really want to go back and spend more time in each of the areas.

At lunchtime today, something clicked in Gavin's brain and he can now count to 11. Before now his counting went "1, 2, 5, 2, 5, 2..." and so on. If we prompted him and helped him he could count to 5, but when it was just him, it was all 2s and 5s. Well this afternoon he was playing on the floor behind me while Jason and I finished eating and suddenly we hear "1, 2, 3, 4, 5!" coming from Gavin. We were so surprised, we almost didn't believe our ears. Then a few hours later, he surprised us even further by counting -- correctly! -- all the way to eleven.

While we were outside Gavin was looking at the sun, and saying "ow! ow!" I told him not to look at the sun, that it was so bright it would hurt his eyes. He thought about that for a second, then pointed to his eye and said, "Put bandaid in my eye."