this boy says:

<<gavin west – month eighteen>>

says:
ready! go!
popeye
outside
roooooooarrrr!

says:
daddy
lukey
paci
blankie
drinky
juicy
fishy
all of which sound exactly the same.

says:
treat
meaning:
chocolate chips
in a coffee filter
served on top of luc’s desk.
in that order.
exactly.

gavin is:
funny
spunky
curious
stubborn
silly
and i love all eighteen months old of him.

baby nest

  
baby three will be here soon.
well… not soon enough in the pregnant count down.
but if i look at the calendar with a get-things-done perspective: 
i’m running out of time.

30 weeks pregnant with lucas jude:   full,  decked out nursery
30 weeks pregnant with gavin west:  clothes washed in dreft, carseat on order

baby three has a small drawer in my dresser filled with a few special treasures.
++++
i’m anxious to make him a little nest.

my mom says:  he’s going to be a wanderer -he’ll have an adventurous heart.
and all of the things i’ve found for him so far have this sweet earthy feel to them.
i love him so much already.
++++
baby three is going to have a little spot in our bedroom.
and i’ve been imagining his sweet space.

i’ve got a little list:
1. this print above his bassinet called – the proud one
2. a cozy crocheted snuggle blankie
3.  mr. small - robot pillow
4. i + love + you wooden teether
5. reggae man – bob tee
6. the portland baby booties
7. the argington “bam” bassinet
8. a dachshund
9. a travelling bus suit – to satisfy his wanderlust for a bit
++++

now all this boy needs is a name.

you gotta start somewhere

{Lott’s Blueberry Farm – Burbank, Washington} 

my mind has been a mish-mash of thoughts lately.
but i finally feel like i’ve carefully sorted through each of my brain-bins
and put these jumbled thoughts in order.
a starting point.
an open road.
a happy place.
+++

the upside. down.

the upside:
we’ve been on an adventure.
a spur of the moment one.
there are stories to tell.
++++

down:
we barely made it back. 
and this little – this mini g of mine is snuggled up in my bed.
with a fever and the pukes.
i think i’ll go cuddle in with him for the night.
and listen to the rain.
the very same rain i was trying to escape on said adventure.
it followed us home.

nice.