Little Gav

Our boy wants so badly to be a Cub Scout that it hurts. He also wants to learn how to write and read and he DESPERATELY wants to go to "Big Boy" school (a.k.a. kindergarten). He also wants to be considered a "cool dude", whatever that might entail and he would sell his mother down the river for a chance to have his own skateboard and do "cool" things on it. But he is my last baby and none of these items are on my agenda for him. I'm starting to think that my agenda doesn't matter much to him. Case in point: " Gav, can we have a snuggle? It's been a long time since we've snuggled." To which he replies:" I don't do that anymore. And, your a girl so that means you have girl cooties." First of all, who says "cooties" anymore and secondly, I do not. Sigh ... I'm still going to smooch all over him when he's asleep. Ha!
Gav's first attempt at his name. Not bad for a boy whose parents don't think about sitting down to teach such things until the day before school starts! Well, to be truthful ,we made such a stink about this sort of thing with Jacob that we decided (er, apathy) to not push Gav at all. He pushed himself. He really wanted to sign a card for a dear friend so he sat down to it:

G: " I'm going to write my name"

Me: "Okay Gav, that's a great idea." Mind wanders off again ...

G: He writes name

Me: "Gav! You wrote your name!"

G: "I said I was going to write my name!"

Right. This is what comes of NOT being the first child. You have to listen and learn very quickly and quietly so as to NOT disrupt the complete and total attention to the doings of your older brother. I think he gets it. We love you Gav!