Gavin Michael Curt

I had the greatest weekend. Mommy keeps saying I'm out of control, but the truth is I knew exactly what I was doing when I ran away from her at the Nutrition Fuels Fitness event at Elk Grove Park yesterday. She was being mean telling me I couldn't go on the bouncy house again because the line was too long, so when she turned to put Tyler's shoes on, I left to go do my own thing. It was fun but once again, the fun was ruined when Mommy found me and started yelling that I did a naughty thing and Daddy came up behind me and asked me what the heck I was doing. They both seemed to want an explanation so I held up the cool new hand towel I got on my little excursion when I ran up to the Cal Fit booth, spun their wheel and won a towel. All I had to do was flash my cute little smile and act like I didn't know what they were saying when they told me I had to stand in line. In fact, lines are really dumb which is why I refused to stand in any the entire day. But, I thought showing my parents the cool new towel would show them it was okay, but it didn't. So then I had to give my apoligies so Daddy could get back to work and Mommy would let us stay there longer and try to cut my way to the front of the bowling line, the homerun derby line, and all the other spin the wheel lines.

Later we got home and I really felt like it was important to prove to Mommy that I am a big boy and she doesn't need to worry. I can take my dog outside whenever I want. So while she was in the back of the house, I opened the front door and took Chili outside. We were just playing when all of a sudden this woman came running towards me asking me where my Mommy was and right at the same time, Mommy came outside freaking out again for me to get inside. Geez I was just taking care of my dog but Mommy was so mad. She told me that woman was a stranger who was going to come and steal me. That got me thinking...maybe Mommy was right about all those times she tells me to stay close so no strangers will come steal me. I think I see what she's saying now, and more importantly, Mommy thinks I think she's right about that one.

Well, later that evening, Tyler and I were doing water play outside having a great naked time with the hose in the backyard. Mommy and Daddy were inside cooking dinner and so they didn't need to worry about us, we were fine. But suddenly they started freaking out about something Tyler said I did but didn't even know I did. You see, we were playing with the hose and by the sandbox. Well over in Daddy's shed there's a red container with a nozzle that I thought could be one of those plant watering buckets, so I picked it up and tried to carry it to the sandbox. It was too heavy so I just tipped it over and spilled some all over the cement. But that was boring so I forgot all about it until everyone started asking me if I was playing with gasoline. I don't even know what gasoline is. As I was going to bed last night, Daddy asked me, "Gavin is there something you're trying to tell us? You got lost at the park, tried to run away out the front door, and spilled gasoline all over the yard." The way I see it, I just was trying to show them I don't need my parents at all. I am big enough to make my own decisions, take care of my dog, my plants and myself.

Mommy thinks I speak my own language. She's so silly. I mean, what's wrong with telling someone "I hope I will miss you" when you're saying goodbye? And my new thing, where I follow the word "choose" with "for", as in "I choose for the green lollipop." That's not so nutty if you listen to the English language. Every morning mommy asks which cereal I choose for breakfast. So, "I choose for Kix," is the perfectly normal answer in my 3-year old mind. Hmm now that I think about it, that one is not unlike the old way I used to say the word "forgot" back before I turned 3 and a half. Yep, once upon a time I used to say "I gotfor my shoes" or "Tyler, you gotfor to say goodbye." I'll admit that one was a mistake and even though nobody would correct me (something about it being too cute), I have now learned the word is "forgot". Oh, and another thing I have learned lately about language is that you don't have to really listen to Mommy until she starts counting. Like when she says to come to the dinner table when I'm right in the middle of playing with the knights and castle, she doesn't really mean it until she says "One," and that's my queue to get up and hustle before she gets to "three".

I learned a new word the other day. We were driving to Grace's birthday party at Planet Gymnastics and Tyler fell asleep during the 20 minute drive. When we got there, he opened his eyes, confused and dazed, and mommy said he took a power nap. We both asked "What's a power nap?" so mommy and daddy explained it to us in the parking lot before we went into the party. What a wild party it was, parachute play, tumble track, gymnastics moves, pizza, cake and fun times. So anyway I learned a new word. But I don't understand why mommy & daddy laughed when I used it. I mean, I woke up Sunday morning after sleeping in my bed all night and ran into their bedroom and said "I took a power nap." They both laughed for some strange reason.