Gavin Loves Mommy! 

Gavin Loves Daddy! 

Snow Snow Snow Snow SNOOOOOW! 

Mommy wants a hug...

Watch out Gavin because, having kids just makes you into one big sappy slob. I was talking to your mommy on the phone and we were talking about something and the conversation just found it's way to you. Imagine that. Your mommy told me she wanted to hug you so bad she could actually feel her body ache when she thought about it. She loves you so much it hurts her to be away from you. What an awesome mommy huh?

Merry Christmas Family Picture

Hanging ornaments at Nonnies house. 

What can I say the Kid Likes Pepsi! 7months 2 weeks 5 days

I am having the best time with you kiddo! Two days ago you were talking into the dog bell to hear your echo and laughing, and just yesterday you were playing with your toys in the middle of the front room all by yourself. The only problem is that if I watch you and you see me watching, then you want me to come play and you start fussing. :)

I am not able to rightly ascertain where your Pepsi affinity comes from. I am a Pepsi junkie it is true, but I don't think Pepsi addiction can be passed on can it? :) You are quite the little fan of the Pepsi tho. It's quite funny. I am sure you are just grabbing for the Pepsi because I am drinking it, but regardless it is still pretty cute. I even gave you your own Pepsi can out of the fridge to play with on the ground, but it didn't last long.

I know there are others who read this blog with some really cute kid stories. I would Love to hear them if you don't mind sharing.

A Little Melancholy

Even before I had my son I had thought about how little you actually influence the world. But staring at him somehow makes it so much more real. In 2 generations the only memory of me may be an old picture in a photo album that never gets opened.

Think about it...

Think about your great grandparents. Do you even know their first names? Did they think of the eventuality of you? Am I the only one who thinks about that?

Gavin, If you pass down any knowledge of me to your grandkids let it be that I loved your mother with every bit of my heart and ability, and love your wife the same.

To my forgotten forefathers Cuban and Italian who made our existance possible. Salud and Grazie.

More and More on my Mind

Last night I had a dream about you. It was strange because it was the first dream I can remember having with you in it where you interact with me. I think you were trying to talk, and I kept encouraging you to do so. I awoke happy, realizing it was the first such dream that I have had. Just 5 minutes ago I had an experience that was definitely a first, and prompted this post. I looked in the mirror and saw your face staring back at me, and I couldn't help but smile. Everyone says you look like your mommy, and I agree, but there is something there...Something "daddy" in your eyes, and I just saw it in the mirror, and it makes me happy. I love you son.

Love,
daddy

No Touchy....No Touch! 

Gavin is supposed to be a Dragon, but he looks more like a Hungry Hungry Hippo. 

Happy Halloween! 

Hello Mr. Handsome! 

It seems like yesterday.

Actually it seems like forever ago, but I miss being able to snuggle you and sleep. Now days you wiggle around so much and want to play so we don't get to snuggle anymore.

No matter how much I fight it.

No matter how much I fight it I am continuously smitten by you. I have never known such selfless pride. I know that is an oxymoron, but it is the only way I can describe the feeling I get when I see you sit-up, or hold you bottle for the first time. I am so proud of you for becoming "you". (I am aware of how corny this sounds.)

I have never lost my love of playing, so we wrestled yesterday. Well, I wrestled and you came among for the ride, but you loved it, and so did Trinity. :) She jumped on us and licked our faces, and you smiled and laughed when I tickled you. Growing up I have seen there are several ways to raise a child and get a "good kid" as a result (despite what you see on TV), and I suppose that is the beauty of parenting.

But I am so afraid of spoiling you. I struggle everyday with how to react and treat you. I wonder if the same lessons I learned, growing up poor, can be learned by you when things are handed to you from every direction. It is a great weight, this burden of raising you, but it is one I am so intrigued and fascinated by. I enjoy it while I drowned in it. And yet how do I teach you how to manage money without being a miser, or how to avoid marketing ploys and political spin doctoring without making you too much of a cynical bastard at the same time avoid turning you into a total pushover. I am constantly torn by these things, and yet I keep getting told I will be a wonderful father. How do they know? Are the things that we judge other adults on even factors to a child?

I know one thing for certain. I worry too much. ;)

6 Month Photographs 

6 Month Photographs 

6 Month Photographs 

Mmmmm Prunes! 

Big boys hold their own bottle.