Daddy's Helper

Mother F-er

Well, we're officially screwed. Mr. Gavin is unbelievable.

First, he realized that if he just broke the door lock thingys off, then he could open any door he wanted. Then, he figured out how to unhook most buckles that are meant to keep him safe- like in his stroller and car seat.

After that, he learned how to turn the deadbolts and open the outside doors (front and back) in our new house (the knobs don't lock from the inside).

Well, now he's figured out how to unsnap the child safety mechanisms that lock the drawers to the dresser in their playroom, which are also keeping the fridge, freezer, and sliding door to the kitchen closed.

WTF! This kid is out-of-control.

"I do it"

Last week, Wes was home with the kiddos. They were acting all kinds of crazy when Wes realized that Mr. Gavin needed a diaper change (of the stinky variety). And, it was a doozy of a diaper change. Gavin laid down on the floor and Wes took his pants off. 

Then, the doorbell rang. It was the repairman for our piece-o-shit washer machine. Wes got up (leaving Gavin on the floor), answered the door, and showed the repairman to the basement. When he came back into the living room, he was in complete shock.

Vivian was sitting down in front of Gavin (as if she was changing his diaper), Gavin's diaper was off and face-down on the rug (yuck!), Vivian had two wipes in her hands, Gavin had poop all over his legs and feet, and Vivian was saying, "I do it, Daddy" to Wes. 

From what I hear, it was disgusting. Glad I wasn't there.

Too Tired

"Bad boi! Time out, Budder!"

Little Miss Vivi has become rather bossy as of late. It seems like she's telling Gavin what to do several dozen times a day. And it's usually about something he's doing wrong. You see, Vivian knows the rules. And she usually abides by them. Gavin, on the other hand, knows the rules, but doesn't like to follow them. 

Vivian loves this about Gavin. Because this means that she gets to boss him around. And her favorite thing to say to him is, "Bad boi! Time out, Budder!" Then she proceeds to point to a corner and tell him to "Go sit! Two minutes!" It's hilarious. 

Viv also likes to copy what we say when we are reprimanding Gavin. For instance, if I tell Gavin to stay in his seat, Vivi will repeat, "Stay seat, Gamin!" She's nutzo.

Donuts & Playtime

This past Sunday morning reminded me of my childhood. You see, when I was growing up, my dad worked every Monday through Saturday. So on Sunday mornings, my sister and I would wake up really early with my dad, go to 7-11, get donuts and chocolate or strawberry milk, and then we would either go to the park or go bowling (or both). We would also sometimes bring along a friend (like Rachel, Sarah, Kacie, and/or Sheryce). These Sunday mornings were very important to me (and my sister) growing up.

Well, this past Sunday, Wes and I took the kiddos out for donuts and playtime at the park. We were the only people there for about 40 minutes (which was also common when I was a kid). Gavin and Vivian had a ball running around and climbing the play equipment.

It was a great Sunday morning that I hope we can continue to experience for many years.

"Dis a mine"

Gavin is rather obsessed with telling us that things belong to him, even if they don't. For instance, every single time he sees our car (in our driveway or in a store parking lot), he will tell you, "dis a my car." Or, when V & G are playing, he will tell Vivi that everything they're playing with is his. 

"Dis a my ball."

"Dis a my hat."

"Dis a my monkey."

"Dis a my bunny."

"Dis a my blocks."

But everything isn't always his. And if that's the case, he also likes to tell us who the item in question belongs to. 

"Dis a Daddy's sammich." (sandwich)

"Dis a Mommy's puter." (computer)

"Dis a Vivi's shoes."

Hanging Out on the Front Porch

Family Photos

We've been trying to schedule some outdoor family photos with a local photographer every single weekend for the last 5 weeks. But for one reason or another (i.e. Gavin needing stitches, the bad weather, her child going to the hospital, etc.), we've had to cancel our session. Well, we actually got to go today. Almost.

I mean, we got ready in time, beat the photographer there, and even got a few photos taken. But after about 10 minutes (we scheduled a 2 hour session), Gavin decided that he was going to run full-speed toward a small man-made lake. Wes yelled at him, "Gavin, don't get too close!"

And then...

He. Jumped. In. 

And was covered in mud. His new clothes (yes, brand new clothes) and hands were covered in mud. Covered. He thought this was very funny. Of course he did.

The photographer, who has 4 children of her own, was very understanding and said that she would gladly reschedule for tomorrow.

The worst part about today wasn't that we had to reschedule again (That sucks too, but oh well). To me, the worst part is that I have to clean his clothes tonight and go through the 2 hour get-ready session again tomorrow. Geesh.

I don't even know what to name this

The other day, Wes and I were about to bring dinner out to the dining room when we heard the twins (who were already strapped into their booster seats at the table) having this delightful conversation:

Gavin: "I penis."

Vivian: "I penis, too."

Gavin: "No no no, Vivi. Daddy have penis. I penis."

Vivian: "Yeah, and Mommy have gina."

Gavin: "Daddy have penis. Mommy have gina."

Vivian: "Budder have penis."

Gavin: "Yeah, I penis. Vivi have gina."

Vivian: "I gina. Yeah."