Gavin Michael Curt

If you know me, you know I love kitty cats. Well yesterday I discovered I don't really love all cats. That's because I met a cat who is EVIL and yes, I put that in upper case letters because by EVIL, I mean EVIL! He looked so sweet and fat laying on Jeanette's bed but then when I reached out to pet it, the evil beast scratched me and made me bleed. I was so surprised, all I could do was run out to everyone at the party and warn them about the evil cat. Did you know if you put a cold beer on my bleeding hand, it stops the pain? I think maybe that cat was evil because his eyes were a green yellow color so I am never going to touch cats with green or yellow eyes again.

I am now a Master of Disaster. I went to the Red Cross emergency preparedness training and got a certificate. It was awesome. I learned how to bandage my arm. I learned lemons conduct electricity. I learned to get under a table if there's an earthquake and hold on to the table so I don't get shaken. I learned that we need a first aid kit in every car and a large emergency supply kit in our house. So I took Mommy to the store and showed her everything we need to buy to get ready for an emergency. She feels a lot safer now. I keep practicing on Chili. I bandaged his back legs up so they would feel better. I just wish the band aids I put on his owies would have stuck, his fur doesn't stick to band aids.

Mrs. McNees and Mrs. Petrini are so proud of me. They keep asking if there is a new student in the classroom because they don't even recognize me. I know how to sit still on the carpet, with my hands folded and holding very still so that I can listen to everything they say. I am even a better student than the best student in the classroom. They have been telling Papa and Mommy what a good student I have been. I like to make my teachers happy, they like it too. If only Mrs. Chalas could see me now!

We had a great Friday afternoon at the YMCA. It started with a Hula Hoop class for and hour and ended with a dip in the pool. I hula hooped so much I got big bruises on my hips. Yeh, I'm a really good hula hooper.

After drying off we got in the car and that's when it happened. I got baby poop in my mouth. It is the grossest thing. You know what I'm talking about, right? I had a gross burp and suddenly baby poop filled my mouth. Yep, gross. I told Mommy about it and she assured me it happens to everyone. But for some reason she was laughing really hard. There is nothing funny about that disgusting baby poop burp.

I went to the funnest party yesterday. It was a science lab and there were mad scientists doing experiments and teaching us how to do a mad scientist laugh. It was the best party ever. After the science part, we went outside to sing happy birthday while sticking our feet in their pool. The parents kept saying we could only stick our feet in but it was soo hard not to go all the way in to the pool. Then I moved over by to the jacuzzi to stick my feet in the warm water. I couldn't help myself. I went all the way in. Ahhh it felt so good. Then I got out and sat back on the edge of the water, just putting my feet in, hoping Mommy or Daddy wouldn't notice what I did. A little bit later I was freeeeeezing so I had to confess to Mommy. I needed a towel or something because my clothes were soaked. She reminded me maybe that's why we weren't supposed to go in. Maybe. But it felt great. She also told me that when I went in, all the other kids were surprised, like they weren't thinking about doing the same thing. Give me a break. How could the whole entire party have noticed me getting in the jacuzzi really quick? She explained everyone there saw me and everyone there was shocked that I didn't follow the rules. Hmmmm that one was surprising to me. I thought I did it really quick before anyone noticed. Well, anyway, it turned out just because I was the first kid, didn't mean I was the only kid who went in. After the cake, lots of people jumped in, in their clothes. Only I was almost dry by then so you see, it all worked out just fine so don't worry about it okay?

I can't stop thinking about my loose toothes. When I'm sleeping, I dream about them. This morning I woke up with a great idea. Wouldn't it be great if you loose a tooth and save it. Then loose another tooth and save it. Then loose another tooth and save it. Then loose your fourth tooth and put all four toothes under your pillow. Then the tooth fairy will give you a jackpot baby!

I am so lucky and glad. I just figured out that what I thought was a cavity is actually a loose tooth! I was really getting worried because every day I would wake up and feel my tooth not be quite right. I knew it must be a cavity but didn't want to tell Mommy so I kept it a secret to myself. Well last night while eating dinner the tooth next to my cavity tooth started feeling like it was getting a cavity too. So then I got worried sick to my tummy. But it was only me and Tyler sitting at the dinner table, Mommy and Daddy were playing ping pong in the backyard while we ate our Dino Chicken. I worried and worried. Then, bang, it hit me. It wasn't a cavity, my toothes were loose! I ran out to tell Mommy the good news. We all celebrated. Then I got worried that my teeth were going to fall out so I couldn't eat. Mommy assures me it's going to be okay but I'm still very nervous to eat. She said I have fear of the unknown. I don't know what that means exactly but I'm not afraid of that. I'm afraid of my teeth falling out!