Gabe is three. On one hand, it feels like he’s been with us and I’ve been his mom forever On the other, I swear I was just telling you I was pregnant yesterday. Three feels like a real, actual person age. Like, he has been his own little person for three years. I am not sure howRead the whole post >>
Two and a half.
Gabe is two-and-a-half and, you guys, TWO YEAR OLDS ARE AWESOME. (Most of the time.) He can talk enough to be funny and express affection. And yes, he can also talk enough to make his needs known. Even when that means screaming, “MAMA! GET ME OUT OF BED!” when he should be napping. (Then IRead the whole post >>
Two.
“Wherezhe?” he says the question like it’s one word with both hands palm up and a little shrug. He’s hidden his Snoopy stuffed animal, whom he calls “Snoop” in his crib and closed his bedroom door. When I find Snoop, Gabe happily claps his hands, “Night night Snoop!” Snoop has become his best friend. HeRead the whole post >>
Eighteen Months.
Moments I want to remember from this time. . . . I’m sitting at the computer, trying to design something or answer email, and Gabe stands next to me, whining. I scoop him up into my lap and he pushes the power button repeatedly, while I try to brush his hand away and focus onRead the whole post >>
Eleven Months.
My dear little Gabriel, Somehow you are going to be an entire year old in about three weeks. I know it’s normal to feel like a year, any year, has gone rather quickly. And as I get older, time only rushes even faster. But this past month, it’s become very apparent that you are inRead the whole post >>
