Gavin is my joy 18 months and counting!

My lovey bear . . . Gavin Chris .  ..

SO time is flying and I am NOT doing a good job of capturing my baby's growth on paper . . but I have a hell of a pictorial collection!

Whats my dude up to????

Well . . these days. . . we are ALL about MINE and NO.  At 18 months of age, my son, Gavin Chris, is weighing 30.4 lbs and he is approx 33 inches tall.  He is tracking and he is a sturdy dude . . everyone says that . . I find that so amusing.

He's solid like his MAMA.  NOW.

His vocabulary is absolutely insane . . he has a plethora of words   . . from:

Moon
Alright
Bye Bye
Star
Sky
Sun
Umbrella . . which is more like a um bell la lalalalala . . yep  .. like that
Peas which is Please
Thank You
I love you  . . aka ah NA na
carrots
banana
water
write
pen
paper
ready aka Rea- REE
bottle
blocks
train
car
truck
and the oh so lovable AIR PLANE!!!!

Not to mention he can recognize multiple letters on sight includng . M, A, E, S,O and B.
He loves to blow kisses, blow soup, dance, sing (in response to his mama), RUN, Gabba, Kai Lan, and crazily  . he LOVES to write . . pens, paper, crayons . . he ASKS to write . .

I find that absolutely amazing.

Oh!  AND he finally calls for me . . MAMA . . another amazing experience . . I get kind of show when people ask me about my mother experience . .

It's such a personal thing for me . . . the changes that my life went through from pre Gavin to post Gavin . . have been so profound that I often have difficulty putting my emotion into words. . . not to mention I am a better writer and non verbal communicator of my feelings.  Id much rather people "see" how I feel . . vs. "tell" them.

But that being said . .  Gavin is such a joy . . to watch, to play with, to instill goodness in  . . . and he has none of the baggage that everyday people have . .  I mean . . my word. .  he looks like my mama.  My mama who I miss and wish could see my baby . . if only for a moment . . just to see her smile and see him smile back . .  shit . . my eyes are welling . . . enough.

He is my joy . .. And lucky me . . he is ALL MINE. And that's all I have to say about that.