Gabriel...almost 3...You learned how to swing on your stomach last night. We had a bonfire and you started swinging. Giggles. Giggles. You didn't want to come in last night.
I called you into the kitchen (you were trying to open the slider). After no response, I called again. You came running in..."Oh, mom I sorry. I try to listen. I try to be a good boy. I was erking (working)."
Love you little man.
Gianna...almost 1...You took five steps to me on Wednesday. I can't wait, little lady. I can't wait. The piano bench partially thwarts your attempts to climb stairs. You discovered my coreopsis in the flower beds last night. Your greedy yellow flower loving hands/mouth couldn't get enough. They are completely bare now.