Gabe

Gabe and his dirty little feet. Gabe loves running around barefoot.

Gabe made a card for Chris the other day and wanted to “read” what it said to me. He said, “Dear Daddy, I love when you push me on the swing, turn on shows for me, and play with me all of the time.”  I wrote this on facebook as well, but also wanted to document that yesterday Gabe came up to me and said, “Mama, you should go outside, and if you do, I’m not going to sneak any ice cream.” The little turkey did end up sneaking ice cream when I was preoccupied. I think that he must have gotten my lying genes, because I never was a good liar. Speaking of genes, I feel like I hear on a daily basis how much Gabe looks like Chris. It always makes people smile when they haven’t seen him for a long time when they say how much he looks like his daddy.

I feel like I often get impatient with Gabe (especially when he wakes Miriam up for what feels like the 100th time in a day), but I know that I am going to look back at these pictures someday and miss my sweet little boy who ran around barefoot and snuck ice cream.