Uncle Jeff here, in L.A. with Gabe’s grandparents visiting Monica, Edmund, and the dancing baby Gabe. We ate, we laughed, we went for walks, we pooped our pants (well, at least one of us did), and we danced our sugar lumps off. It was a good first Christmas for Gabriel!
We really get a kick out of watching Baby Gabe think through his next actions. In the photos above, he wanted to take some items out of a caddy under his changing table. He couldn’t get the proper leverage to lift a bottle of lotion from his seated position. He thought about it for a moment and then started pulling himself up using the ledge of the table. After he lifted the lotion and put it back down, he gave us the surest s**t-eating grin anyone’s ever seen.
We had a wonderful visit with Baby Gabe’s Yeh-yeh and Ngin-Ngin. They had the exhausting task of keeping up with him, which is not easy considering he spends most of his time in day care playing with an assortment of toys and crawling around chasing after the older kids. Ngin-Ngin remarked how we’ll need one of those kiddie leashes when he starts walking. Hopefully, it won’t come to that, and we’ll be able to shepherd him around safely in public. Next week Baby Gabe gets to see his A-ma, A-gong, and A-gu. He can’t wait!
Perhaps the most amazing thing about Baby Gabe is his adaptability. We took him out of day care for the past two weeks because his Ngin-ngin and Yeh-yeh were visiting. We were a little worried he’d be bored at home without his fellow playmates around or be upset with having his daily routine altered. We should have known better. He adapted just fine. That dark spot over his left eye in the photo isn’t a birthmark. It’s a bruise following his faceplant on our hardwood floor. He cried for about 30 seconds until his dad sat him down in front of a mirror so he could play with his reflection. Just like that, injury forgotten. Baby Gabe keeps his happy demeanor in spite of viruses, constipation, and injuries. And for that, we are truly thankful.
