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A Few Notes From Mommy

Gabe's really been a crack up lately. He picks up new phrases every day. Here are some good ones

• "Where'd you get that stupid box?" He says that every time I'm carrying around a box
• "It's me, Gabe"
• Sometimes he calls us by our given names
• "Sure"
• "Mommy you're not mean. Daddy is mean. He's as grumpy as Mr. Frumble."
• "I can't find it anywhere."
• "It's around here somewhere."
• "I need wings for Christmas. I need wings, so I can fly like a crow and live in the trees."
• "I want money."
  

Gabe's also making great strides at potty training. He got frustrated the other day because he didn't know how to read the letters in his book. I told him that he could learn how to read at school, but you can't go to school until you sit on the potty. Since then he's all about sitting on the potty. He still needs bribes, but it's much improvement from where we were.

HoHoHo

I may look scared here but I spent a good 15 to 20 minutes telling Santa everything I want for Christmas. And I do mean EVERYTHING!

Doctor Visit

I went to the doctor yesterday for a check up. I weigh 37 lbs (90th%) I'm 37" tall (55th%).
I got 2 shots and a finger prick. I was very brave. I didn't even cry. I still have my heart murmur, but the doctor says it's no problem. She said if it was a problem I wouldn't be growing so much. She did wonder why I am still wearing diapers. I'm too busy to take time out to sit on the potty. She didn't seem to care that I weigh too much. She told mom and dad they're doing a good job and then sent us on our way.

From the Mouth of Babes and Gabe

Santa has arrived at our local shopping mecca. I visited him and sat on his lap. Then said, "It's me, Gabe, Santa."

Trick-or-Treat

Yep, I'm that adorable

Oldie, but goodie

Watch my dad get pepper sprayed in the face

Kitty Jones is the Name

After much consideration and constant prying from my parents, the kitty's name is:
Kitty Jones
Why Kitty Jones? Because one of my favorite books is about the adventures of a Siamese kitten named SkippyJon Jones. SkippyJon bounces on his bed and runs into his closet to meet up with his Mexican chihuahua friends. Then they're off for great schemes. The books are full of Spanish words and jokes about Mexican stereotypes.

When I say SkippyJon Jones it comes out "Kitty Jones."


Momma lays down the ground rules

here he comes

Me and my kitty