Sugar

If Gabe hurts himself during the day and I'm not giving him the attention he thinks his injury deserves, he'll often call out for his dad in quite pathetic tones. Today in the car he "hurt" is finger. I tried rubbing it, talking him through it, but it was NOT satisfactory. So he started saying, "Sugar. Sugar. Sugar!" in the same tone he typically calls out for Dad. I had called Brian "sugar" this morning as he left for work. Looks like I'll have to start calling Brian "Dad" when Gabe's around.

Spring.

Spring is here in all it's glory. Texas spring brings with it hats, sunglasses, lawn chairs, swimming, splash pads, parks, and forts on rainy days.

More Utah

we took Gabe to feed the ducks yesterday. He was quite concerned at first.

Grandparents

This truck is a favorite among the boys in the family

Bubbles with Aunt Tiff

Play

Proof that anything with letters will entertain ths boy

Gabe loves the huge top at my parents house
Getting used to his mom holding a baby
Bowling with Cole

Gabe absolutely loved bowling. Mostly he loved the shoes. He was quite sad to leave them behind.

Easter

Gabe and I spent Easter with my family in Utah (sadly Brian couldn't make it). We made Easter Pie for our dinner. Everyone helped, and Gabe's contribution was eating flour out of a bowl.

Little Molly - the newest one in the family.

Gabe with cousin Cole. Cole is very patient with Gabe and likes to help him remember all the rules.

Gabe and Cole played outside with Grandpa for over two hours today.

And no day wit Grandma would be complete without some learning time.

Thirty

Brian turns thirty today. Happy Birthday, Brian!!

Cheeseballs and Milk

Ucht Cheeseballs might be the devil's food. They have absolutely no redeeming nutritional quality, but they are amazingly addictive. We bought them for Brian's upcoming 30th birthday celebration. Gabe eyed them before I hid them in a too-high-to-be-convenient cupboard and made up his mind this would be his morning snack. I made the mistake of serving them in his cereal bowl. Naturally they needed milk. He wouldn't eat them until I figured out this is what he wanted and provided.

Layer one: orange shirt, khaki pants
Layer two: another orange shirt, pajama pants
Layer three: big boy undies.

(throwing a balloon)

This is another outfit of layers he insisted on. I hope the layer-phase fades as the warmer weather sets in. As I type this, he's tucked away in bed wearing two pairs of pajama pants. Luckily his room has no insulation, so he won't get too hot.