I have found myself taking a lot of videos of Gavin lately. I don’t know if it’s because my parents are still in Italy and I want them to experience more than just still photos. Or because Gavin has taken on a new level of personality (that only a mother and father can love, ha). Or what the deal is. But, alas, there are a lot of videos and stories to go behind each video.
As I’ve mentioned, Gavin started playing t-ball this spring. In anticipation of Gavin falling in love with the more organized aspect of t-ball, Sweets purchased a bucket of t-balls and a t-ball stand for Gavin. The stand was delivered to my work on Friday, so it was in the car when I picked up Gavin after daycare. He was so excited about it, he held the box in his lap the whole way home. While I was getting organized for dinner, Sweets and Gavin went out front to practice. I peaked out our windows and took a video of Gavin at play. Well, mostly at play.
(There is no sound to this video; don’t worry, it’s me, not you! =) )
You must be wondering what t-ball is like for the three-year old crowd? Well, every child has a chance to bat. Every child runs to first base. Every child advances to the next base once the next kid hits the ball. Once every child on one team has a chance to bat, then the teams switch sides to give every child on the other team a chance to bat, too. The kids in the outfield field the ball once it’s hit. They started by throwing it to first base. But, after Gavin struck a kid in the head with his laser of a throw (whoops), the kids started running the ball to first base or just rolling it back to home plate. I was completely impressed how well the kids followed instructions, waited their turns, minimally fought over who got to the ball in the outfield first.
Gavin had so much fun, we wound up sticking around for another hour after his game, while he continued playing ball with some of his friends and their parents.
(Why yes, yes that is a catcher’s helmet Gavin found among the park district equipment!)
As parents, we always hear about kids mimicking whatever they hear their parents saying. For the most part, Gavin asks questions, like “Why you say ‘blah blah blah,’ mommy?” But, he rarely repeats when we use foul language (except for that time when Sweets aimed the f-word at cars that wouldn’t stop for us as we waited to cross the street in a crosswalk) and when he does, it’s that one time only. So, the other night, when Sweets thought he let the water run to fill the bath too long and he ran out of the kitchen saying “OH SHIT”, Gavin had one burning question to ask…
(For the record, Gavin hasn’t said that word since last week, thankfully!)
Last Sunday, Gavin was non-stop all.day.long. Our condo association had a garden/yard clean-up in the morning, where Gavin was charged with washing the lawn chairs … we were outside for quite a few hours. He then had his swim class (which is always exhausting). On the way out of swim class, when he didn’t want to walk, Sweets jokingly asked if he wanted to do the wheelbarrow. Gavin responded in the affirmative. Whaaaaat? Ummm, ok, here we go…
(When the arms give out, it’s a sure time to stop, right?!)
Of course, he refused to nap when we got home, despite Sweets and me needing some rest. So, we somehow convinced Gavin to quietly watch a movie on his iPad while I slept next to him (and Sweets more officially slept in bed). After a pretend nap (because, seriously, when Blackhawks hockey is on TV and you have a squirmy kid sitting next to you, real sleep is a joke), Gavin was roaring to go. So, we went to the park and threw a tennis ball around for a while. Then, we met some of his friends at the playground. Mind you, this video is after at least an hour of non-stop, hard play … I wasn’t sure they’d ever quit.
Thankfully, soon after this video was over, we decided on behalf of the boys that it was dinner time. (I didn’t realize it was already 6:30.) Gavin and I came home, ate dinner and he passed out like a champ. What a weekend!
Did you have any non-stop moments over your weekend?