Santa Gavin says, "Merry Christmas!"Sorry for the late post today, but with the amount of things to get done this week before we make our return trip to Illinois, it is tough to find time to squeeze everything in.
We went to the doctor today for our latest round of shots. Gavin did just as well as last time. Nicole was markedly better. All in all, it was a pretty pleasant visit to the doctor. But the effects of the shots have had him a bit out of sorts today, so it has been a trying afternoon.
As far as news and developments: we are rolling over pretty regularly now (well, at least belly to back) and we are starting to string together all sorts of sounds. It is quickly becoming evident that he is, in fact, related to me: there are times his "chatting" continues on and on and on and on. He has so much to say, and yet I'm not sure what any of it means. It's a lot like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube using the instruction manual from the lawnmower.
As you may be able to tell from the image of "Santa Gavin," we put up our Christmas tree last week. Gavin helped--that is until he had to go to bed, which was mostly because he was falling asleep. But Christmas cheer is in the air and we can't wait to get home and celebrate the holidays with friends and family. Because of limited space in the car and limited time once we get home, I hope to be able to make some rock candy this week so all we have to transport is the candy. But, if time doesn't permit it here, then I most assuredly will find a way to get the necessities home for the Rock Candy Extravaganza: we can't have a Christmas without rock candy; that would be like having Easter without peeps.
Anyways, I must now return to my extensive "list." Unlike Santa Gavin, who's list includes the names of little girls and boys and their Christmas wishes, mine is just a "to-do" list. Though, I too check it twice...and sometimes three times, unfortunately.
