Gavin Talk

I have several Gavin stories, so you may want to brace yourself for some long reading:

*On Sunday I dropped Gavin off at his class and they were playing Simon Says. I laughed to myself because Gavin has never played it before and was just imagining the teacher trying to teach him. When we picked him up from class I had completely forgotten about the game and our conversation went something like this:

Me: Gavin, what did you learn about in class today?

Gavin: Um, a guy named Simon

Ryan: Do you mean Solomon?

Gavin: No, Simon

Then I remembered the game and told Ryan about it. We were both cracking up. It took us some time and some very pointed questions to get what he really learned about - the Good Samaritan.

* I never let Gavin say, "my toys" or "my (fill in the blank)". If you ask Gavin who his toys belong to he will say, "God". Well the other day we were driving down Lake Shore drive looking at all of the boats and Gavin was saying how he really wanted to ride in one of them. I was trying to explain to him that we don't know anyone who owns a boat so we can't ask them if we can use them. Gavin thinks for a minute and then looks at me and says, "Well, they are GOD'S boats! Ask him!" It was too cute.

* It's tradition in our house that we have cinnamon rolls every Sunday morning. We have never talked about it or mentioned it, it's just what we do. Well, on Ryan's day off the other week we decided to break character and have some cinnamon rolls. We were sitting at the kitchen table and eating them and all the sudden Gavin looks up and says, "Are we going to church today?" We were cracking up and in awe of his observation!

* Gavin has a pretty sensitive conscience. He never does anything sneaky or behind my back. I often tell people that I could give him a whole sack of candy and leave him alone for 20 min. and he would not eat even a piece without permission. Now, that isn't to say he wouldn't do it right in front of me in outright disobedience. Well, sometimes I keep a few cups of juice in the fridge for Gavin to get himself, but he always has to ask for it. So, Gavin decided that he wanted some the other day so he comes and finds me to let me know that he is going to, in his words, " sneak some juice." I told him we never sneak, and if he wanted some juice, he could ask for it. I wasn't quite sure what else to say.

* Another commical thing about Gavin is that even though he has been sleeping in a big boy bed for a year and half, he still will not get out of bed without calling for me first. I never once told him that he wasn't allowed to get out of bed (even though he isn't allowed) but he never even tried to get out. The first night he ever slept in his bed he woke up the next morning and just called out, "mamma" and has been doing so ever since. I wonder how old he will be when he just decides on his own to get up!

*okay, this is my last story for now. This one is my favorite. Gavin is pretty detailed oriented and he usually notices things when they are different. The one thing that he never fails to notice is when I put my hair in a pony tail. He will say, "momma, you put your hair in a pony tail! I love it when you do that!" I don't know why, but Gavin prefers me in a pony tail. Sometimes if I have worn my hair down for a few days in a row he will even ask me to put it up! It is so cute and so funny!