This was taken through his basketball hoop.
This was taken through his basketball hoop.
Well, that's all for tonight. Good night loyal readers! I appreciate the comments!! It's so nice to know someone's reading this and enjoying it besides me. I am having a lot of fun keeping these memories for Gabers.
This was taken not too long after I had it done, so it was still pretty bright... and I may have photoshopped it a little to hide some imperfections (eh hem, cough, maybe a couple of leg hairs I may have missed while shaving... It happens to the best of us! Don't worry, I wasn't Amazon woman or anything...) This is on my ankle and I love it. I got the tattoo because we took a very memorable trip with our parents to Hawaii. I will always cherish that vacation with them.
Well, Gabers, just wanted to let you know, if you do consider getting a tattoo and I say "No way, mister!" You now have proof - in print - that I would do it all over again. I do love my "tatt". However, if you do decide to get one, make sure it is exactly what you want and you're doing it because it means something to you. You don't want to look back and say, "Doh! What was I THINKING?!"
Tattoos don't nearly have the stereotypes today that they used to, but when people find out that I have one, I get this reaction a lot: "YOU have a tatTOO?" I love how they emphasize the TOO. No, I have a Tat-one. Or, a Tat-only... Ok, that's dorky. But, my point is, I no longer look at someone with a tattoo and think "oh my, they're wild". I assume their tattoo is a way of remembering something. Something very special to them. When my dad was talking about our tattoos to another friend he said something similar to "...In my day, we planted a tree when we wanted to remember a significant event!". Times have changed, I guess. Maybe, my next tattoo should be a tree... Wouldn't that be funny?
Sometimes, it feels good to list the things you and your soulmate share. I could probably list a lot more. It's a nice reminder that we are who we are. We are US. We are Gabe's parents. We are happy. I miss you, Gabe's Dad.
Go Go Gadget Gabe!! Check out this big boy trying to make a basket! Daddy taught him how to play some basketball. I was sitting at the computer desk in the playroom - thankfully the camera was near by - and Gabe walked over to his basketball and thought, "Hey, maybe I'll shoot some hoops!". It was just so cute. I love to see him "remember" things and pick up with a game where we left off. He's so stinkin' smart. Like my boss says, "They're like little sponges!"
Tonight, Gabe's Dad is taking me on a date! I'm so excited! Papa Noisy and Nana are keeping Gabe tonight so we can get a full night's rest and sleep in tomorrow! Ah.... Heaven....!
Only a few new things to report...
One of his newest facinations is playing in his room. It's very sweet. He's just so curious about everything. He saw his little table and chairs and he wanted in them. One more room to baby proof though! He also loves the CD player in his room... I turned it on and he started to dance. I was cracking up.
At least the little man likes country music! He was jammin'! Oh, man, he's just getting to be so big. I love seeing all of these new "tricks" and I love watching him try to figure things out. He's just so smart. He continues to amaze me every day. Oh, he also walks around tilting his head back and forth saying "Hahahahaha". Very cute. People at work must think I'm crazy... I talk about Gabe all the time. I'm sure no one else thinks the "hahaha" thing is very impressive, but dang do I think it's cute!
As an adoptive mom, there are few things I'm certain of in raising our son, Gabe. One of them is he will never have my eyes, or Greg's hands. He won't inherit the things we both like and dislike about our appearances. He won't inherit our medical histories. I'm really fine with all of that. But, I have learned that he does have traits and qualities from us that he will pass down to his children, if he decides to become a parent, no matter if they're genetic or not.
See what he's doing in the above picture? This duckie watering can also doubles as a horn. He learned that from me. Let me say that again... he learned that from ME. He laughs all the time - you know what Greg and I always tease eachother? "We laugh everyday" - you know, like those match.com commercials. Our house is a home filled with laughter, that's for sure. We're giving him that. We're passing that on. We're giving him traditions and memories, just like any other parent would do. Wow. Being a parent is such an amazing thing when you stop to think about it. As Dr. Phil says, (I'm paraphrasing here) "When you raise your children, you are writing on the slate of their lives forever". Wow. Again, Wow. What a responsibility. What an honor. What a gift. To be there - for everything. First smiles, first teeth, first friend, first car, first girlfriend, first child.
So, maybe we won't look the same, or have the same physical conditions. Maybe we don't have the same blood. But, we do have eachother. We are family. My hope is that Gabe will always know that we are a family, no matter how we got together, we are a family.
Oh, it was so much fun. I was so honored that they asked me to do it. They actually asked me to do their wedding too! I had to turn them down. There is just NO way I'm ready for that. I always said I just wanted to do this for fun, and I really don't think a wedding would be that fun for me...I know I would stress out - Big Time. But, man, what an honor to be asked. Someone trusting you with one of the most precious days of their life! WOW! I am going to be making their save the dates too.
Gabe sure is doing well. He got to meet a couple of dogs with Dad today while I was taking pictures... those poor pups are probably worn out tonight! He kept chasing them and trying to give them a kiss. One of them was a greyhound. Can you imagine!?
Gabe's learned how to sign "more", he's learning to say his prayers (folding his hands), and we're working on getting rid of the bottle. He can show you he's one and he also can tell you what a monster (or a lion) says! Rarrrrr! My little boy is growing ... too quickly!
Posted by Bri at 8:45 PM
Do you ever think about what a dog thinks about when there's a baby in the house? Not just any baby, but a Gabey baby? A baby that likes to "ride" Jinx when ever she's sitting. A baby that likes to pull on her ears. A baby that doesn't ever let her just sleep?
I feel bad. Guilty is more like it. We have not been good about giving Jinxi some undivided attention. She used to be "it". I mean, before we had a child, while we were going through infertility, she was really a comfort to us. She filled a void that we felt. I remember one night after our miscarriage, Greg didn't know it, but I went in the nursery, laid on the floor and just cried. I cried and cried. Jinxi came in there and laid right next to me. Just thinking about her loyalty and her empathy, well, it makes me feel guilty.
This poor dog has had her world turned upside down. For the most part, she is handling it very well, with only the occasional snip, but it has to be hard.
I love this dog. She has been a part of our family. She has comforted us, she has brought us laughter, and she has loved us, unconditionally. Maybe we need to remember that more often.