Gavin Michael Curt

Gavin is so proud of himself lately. He's proud to get himself dressed. Even if that means he's walking around the house with his shirt over his head but his arms not in it. He's proud to put toothpaste on the tootbrush himself even if it takes 10 minutes to squeeze a tiny drop out. He's proud to help himself to a cup of water from the refrigerator as he stands on his very tippy toes reaching up high, first to the ice dispenser and then to moving the cup to the water side. Nine times out of ten he and/or my floor end up wet. But he always announces to anyone who may or may not be listening "Got my water!"

Holding the foul ball Daddy caught!

Gavin had a wild Friday night. We went to a Rivercats baseball game with Gramma, Papa Roberts & Papa Curt. The crazy thing about the Rivercats stadium is foul balls come flying at the crowd hard and often. One came straight for us. I had enough time to process the fact that it was going to be close to us but it wouldn't hit Gavin who was standing in front of me, but it might hit Gramma. Just as that thought crossed my mind, Shawn comes leaning over us with his glove on to catch the ball. Luckily he's right handed and was sitting on our left side so the stretch was natural. Unluckily, Gavin was in his way playing with a cup of soda as the ball began curving. Shawn stretched across us, one foot in our row, the other foot in the row below us, spilling the cup of water (thank goodness it wasn't beer) he had in his left hand all down my back. I stopped watching the ball and did my best to stop Gavin's head from getting squished between the plastic chair in the row in front of us and Shawn's massive thigh. Gavin was screaming and flailing the cup of soda up and down all over, everyone around us was cheering, Shawn was getting up from sprawling across us all and low and behold, he had caught the foul ball! And Gavin had a couple scratches on his chin to prove it. The lady behind us took a cute picture of Gavin with his crying eyes holding the treasured baseball. Hopefully she'll email it so I can post it.

I have so many visions of driving down the road and catching a glimpse of Gavin in the back, strapped into his carseat, dancing. How do you dance while strapped into your carseat? The same way he dances standing up. By tossing his head from side to side and wiggling his butt. We were stuck in a rut of this crazy electronica song which Tyler & Gavin had to hear over and over. I guess it really spoke to him, but lately I discovered folk music also moves him.

He's talking like crazy. Not always making sense to us but we're good at pretending.