Bella, Gabe and Josiah

I finally did it. I pulled out all of Gabe's 18-month-clothes. I don't know why it always takes me so line. I fight it for a long time and then when I pull out new clothes, I discover that he's got super cute clothes that I can't wait to put on him. So why do I fight it so bad? The tipping point was this weekend. He was playing outside and had a full diaper and when he came in, he'd popped the snaps on his onesie. Then Sunday morning Pat put three shirts on him and none of them fit. So as of today, Gabe is now wearing 18-month clothes...and he's only 28 months old! And doesn't everyone play with a backhoe in the bathtub before school???

The weather was lovely tonight, so we decided to pull out our bikes and go on a family bike ride. This might be the first time that all four of us have gone on a ride. While Pat pumped up bike tires, the kids rode their bikes in the steet. They decided to race. Seeing as only one of them has pedals on their bike, I'm not sure it was a fair race... Once the tires were pumped, we put Gabe in the trailer. He completely freaked out. It was almost a panicky cry. I'm wondering if he thought it would be like the snow machine? Once we got going, he was totally fine and spent the whole ride yelling "Mommy I ride Daddy bike!" and telling me that he was having fun. All in all, it was a lovely way to spend a Friday evening.

Gabe has this little plastic fish that he got in an Easter egg last month.  He loves this little fish and it often ends up in his carseat so he can play with it in the car.  Last night we had this exchange: Gabe:  Mommy, I bite fish. Me:  Why did you bite the fish? G:  Very, very sad. M:  The fish is very sad? G:  Fish very, very sad.  Fish cwying.  Fish take a little rest. M:  Should we be quiet so the fish can take a little rest? G:  Mommy quiet. -------------------------- This morning Gabe took one of Bella's granola bars out of the panty and showed it to me.  I told him no, that it wasn't his and then promptly forgot about it.  A few minutes later, as we were trying to get out the door, Gabe hands me the granola bar and his lunchbox and says "lunchbox."  So, someone got to have a granola bar in his lunchbox... ------------------------- As I turned down the street to drop Gabe off at school this morn...

A couple of weeks ago, on Gabe's due date (the 9th), I tried to get another moose picture so that I could track his growth. He was not having it, so I gave up. This week, I was getting him dressed and he suddenly yelled "My moose!" and lunged for the moose. Then he sat on the chair and said "moose lap." I took that as an opportunity for my moose picture. "Moose Cheese!" And just for comparison, here are the two moose pictures, almost exactly two years apart: A lot changes in two years...  

"Mommy! Blue ball stuck doot-do-do-doo!" Translation: Clearly we still need to work on colors. Also, it cracks me that everything that be used as a trumpet, like this wrapping papper roll, is a doot-do-do-doo.

Sometimes it's nice to just remember the random little moments of our day. Plus, if I don't write some of this fun Gabe stuff down, I'm going to forget it and I really don't want to do that. This morning Gabe got down from his high chair after breakfast and discovered that his blanket was on his stool. He thought this was hilarious. "Blanket over stool! I wanna sit blanket stool!" Then he got stuck. Then he found the helicopter. Last night I was at a friend's house and she asked me if Gabe would like her son's old helicopter. Um, yes. But I got home after he was already in bed, so I just left it in the living room for him to find. He was so excited! He had to take it with him to school (although he had to leave it in the car) and this afternoon when he didn't want to leave school I reminded him that the helicopter was in the car and he was instantly ready to leave. On the way home, he kept talking about "I show Daddy new helicopter." (Don...

Some early morning yoga before school...