He's a Noisy SOB

As we've talked about many times before, Gavin is a noisy little man. He makes noise all of the time. He grunts, gurgles, squeals, oos and ahs, whines, and whimpers. Gavin makes so much noise that we usually go and get him from his crib around 4am every morning so that he doesn't wake up his sister with all of his banter. Snuggling with us is usually one of the only things that can keep him quiet; oh yeah, and then there's the TV (Gasp!), but that's a different story. He talks when he's happy and he talks when he's sad, he talks when he's awake and he talks when he's asleep, he talks when he's playing and he talks when he's sitting still, he talks when he's... you get the picture. He talks and talks and talks. He's a noisy son-of-a-well now, it wouldn't be proper to call myself that, now would it?