For the first year of Gavin's life I blogged. I wrote about all his firsts - first step, first word, first look of indignation. I have not done that with Ani, and I realized, as I have watched them interact over this past year, that I should document this time in their life, as it is so fleeting. So here goes an attempt to pass along the stories, be they funny, poignant, or just a little window into daily life which may not be so interesting to anyone else, but they are what give me so much of the joy. However, I will caution anyone who chooses to read this however that I do not often proofread, so please pardon my misspellings and grammatical mishaps.
As I write this, we are in the car, or Swagger Wagon, as G refers to our minivan, heading home from a trip, or rather of full-on sojourn, to Portland. To paint the picture, we are listening to Dan Zane's radio on Pandora. The reason for this is that when we were in the Swagger the other day, listening to a certain top10 pop song, Gavin asked me what "sexy" means. So no more pop music. Kid friendly Pandora for us only now. How did people function prior to Pandora? Gavin is calling me the Momma-Fomma. I consider this a term of endearment. He insists I call him Gavin-Bavin. Ani is Annah-bean-bay. I don't know why she got 3 names. Ry didn't get get any, except for Daddy. And apparently I am yummy to eat. So says a 3 year old.
Ani has been sleeping in - to 7:30 this morning. Gavin woke at 6, but then crawled into bed with us and actually fell asleep. I think that's the first time that's happened. It was so nice to have him cuddled next to us, just snoring away. Ani has had a cough all day that makes me worry she's got asthma. I try not to doctor them too much, especially since I don't think you can doctor your own child in a smart, partial way. For example, she had a fever the other night, and was a little lethargic. So I immediately jumped to the conclusion she must have meningitis, and spent the rest of the night worrying about it, but I didn't want to tell Ry, since it was me being perfectly illogical and ridiculous. So I worried in silence because I am crazy. You see?
Another point of me doing this is to try to capture some of the stuff Gavin says. Ani is not saying much right now, other than "Ba-boo-na gaa. Naa GAAA! Dee goo." that's an exact quote. She's very forceful and opinionated, we just don't know what a lot of those opinions are. Although she's still pretty good at getting her point across. One of her favorite things, other than bananas, is a little video called "Baby Signing Time", which is filled with the most ear-wormy songs you have ever heard. She asks for it by making the sign for baby, which is done by pretending to rock a baby in your arms, but I pity the baby in Ani's arms. She rocks with a little less tenderness, and more violent enthusiasm of a crazed toddler. The video captivates her. We are very excited for the day she no long asks for it.
Gavin however says some funny crap. The other day he woke from a nightmare, and the only words he could muster through the tears were "Mommy's Yertle the Turtle Undies!" I would like to go on record here as saying that I do not own any Yertle the Turtle undies, but if they did make them in adult size, I certainly would not be against owning a pair. However, I am not sure what was so upsetting about this dream, but I wish I could peer into the dreaming brain of a 3 year old. It would be fascinating. Anyway, he snapped out of it when we convinced him I didn't own a pair of said underwear. Maybe he was dreaming that he wanted a pair for himself.
