It seems the days and weeks fly by. Of course our work and school schedule seems to help that passage of time. I wish things could slow down just a bit. I laugh that we only seem to take pictures of Gavin eating. He does so much more. But, he's still when he eats. I swear the rest of the time he runs. Lots of people comment that I've lost weight. And, I have lost a little versus where I was prepregnancy because I constantly chase him. When he slows down a bit, I'll have to be extremely conscious of what I eat else I pack on the pounds.
I think this was Tuesday night (but it might have been Wednesday). It was whichever evening Dave paddled. Gavin had a cupcake and blueberries for dessert. While he was eating (or should I say crumbling) his cupcake, I was making dinner for Dave and me so it would be ready when Dave got home. Since I was making tacos, I didn't notice the crumbly mess soon enough. Thank goodness for Mason's super cleaning powers.
Thursday I picked G up at school, drove to Lake Grapevine to meet Dave and a friend. Dave brought Gavin home. The friend and I walked. On our drive to the lake, Gavin and I talked about the corn growing in the field at Hall's Pumpkin Patch, about the big gasoline tanker we saw on the road, and about all the other cars. When Gavin saw Dave's truck, he started saying, "Dada. Dada." Once Dave got in the car to head home with Gavin, G said about two words and looked tired. When Dave touched his body to get him from the car seat, he discovered that Gavin had a fever. I can't understand how it hit him that quickly. Dave stayed home with him Friday morning since he was already planning to be home to meet a tile installer for a quote and an insurance adjustor to look at our roof. (We're getting a new one due to severe hail damage and leaks in our dining room and laundry room.) I came home at lunch and spent the afternoon with Gavin. We're still not really sure what caused the fever. Perhaps he needed a mental health day. I've got to show him the intro in Ferris Bueller's Day Off so that he learns that fever is not a good ailment to fake. :)
Friday afternoon while I was home with him, we played cars. He tried to stack four or five high. So, I got the Legos out, and we played with them. We played football. Gavin giggled each time I threw the ball toward him. Then he went running after it. He enjoyed throwing it back to me. A few times, he was dead on with his throw, so I actually caught the ball. We also read books. He absolutely loves to read. I hope his love for books continues. One day this week, we had a small Babies R Us/Toys R Us sale book with toys in the mail. He has spent hours looking at the toys, saying, "baby" and "car" and doing a lot of pointing. I remember looking at the Sears Wishbook and JCPenney Wishbook for hours when I was much older than Gavin, but he has had every bit as much fun looking at this sale paper this week.
Saturday, Gavin woke us at 5am. So, we were at Kroger by 8, back home by 9, out for a walk and ready for a nap at 10:30. Gavin slept from 10:30-2:30. Unheard of. He woke up in the best mood. We mowed the yard and played outside before dinner. Gavin had to give my corn a try. He ate a good bit. I've got to remember that--like I'll forget a food he actually eats.Work continues to supply me with endless challenges and entertainment from Monday's conversation with a mom whose daughter's shirt needed a bit more fabric (and the mom's threat to alert the media that we were discriminating against her daughter for having "large boobs") to a father and son saying he was bullied into a fight the following Friday but it wasn't important enough to tell anyone about on Friday to a masked Speedo wearing streaker at the football game Friday night I never have a dull moment at work. And if by chance, it does get a bit boring, there's always a building of 2400 teenagers just waiting to do something. I need to write a book. But where would I find the time?
Thankfully, Gavin stayed awake on the way home. He got a fresh diaper and went down for a nap. He didn't wake up until 3. We got dressed and headed to Keller Pointe for Ethan's second birthday party. 
Not long after finishing the cake, I had to head out to Frisco for the first football game of the season. Dave took advantage of having a babysitter and went out to watch the Cowboys preseason game with some friends. Grandma got to spend the evening with Gavin--I hope there couldn't have been a better gift. (At least all the grandmas I work with tell me that they just want one-on-one time with their grandkids. I think that holds true for this grandma, too.)
Then it happened. The night before my race at 9:00pm in the hotel room I noticed it....a crack in my brand new paddle. My heart literally skipped a beat. I lost more than a few hours of sleep that night worrying about weather it would hold up at all and what was I doing to do if it broke in the middle of the race. Luckily I had my old paddle as a backup and was able to tape it down to the back of the kayak just in case. But after a 100 miles, the carbon fiber paddle was still going strong. The crack may have gotten slightly bigger during the race, but not much. Now comes the fun part of fighting with Pat at Onno to fix it under warranty
