What a crazy summer. Garrett's birthday was almost a month ago and here I am finally blogging about it. Yikes! Jeremy made the cake for him. Garrett loved it. When we gave him his piece of cake he tried to use his excavator to eat it. Because I only took pictures of the cake on his birthday I just threw in some random pictures of him, which, frankly explains him better than birthday pictures. Garrett is a firecracker with boots on.
This little man literally runs all day long. As soon as I get the blender blades away from him, I have to keep him from swallowing a quarter, or from strangling himself in the blind cords, or from sneaking outside (which has happened), or from sticking the same quarter I just took away from him in the electrical outlet, or from tackling his sisters. He is a ball of pure energy. Everything about him is big, except for his size.
Motorcycle, car, truck, airplane, train, boat, if its got a motor he loves it and will tell you he likes it over and over again. Most of his favorite people are those who own such items. Papa (that's grandpa but Garrett decided he's papa so papa it is), Jeremy, Uncle Chris they all have the stuff he really wants to play with like chainsaws, hammers, boats, Bronco, and lawnmowers.
He says everything at the volume of LOUD. Everything. When we're sitting in church, everyone in the congregation knows that Garrett wants a drink, and to go to nursery, and to go outside, and that the baby in the next pew is crying. He plays big and talks big but he also loves big. 
He gives great big hugs as he says, "I wuv you mama." Followed by a great big open mouthed kisses that I dodge so they'll land on a cheek.
I can't really capture all the funny wonderful things about him in this post. He just does funny things. Just a couple of examples - recently we stayed with my parents for a few days. Garrett's porta crib was set up in the walk-in closet in the room Jeremy and I stayed in. Everyday when we laid him down he would say, "This my room. This my bed." And we would agree. The last day that we were there Jeremy went to get him up from a nap. When he leaned over the crib and looked at Garrett, Garrett said, "Hey, this is a closet!" I think he was offended.
Same trip, my mom found Garrett on her bed laying with their dog. Now my parents room was supposed to be a sanctuary for the animals from the children who loved them a little too much. So my mom said, "Garrett get down off the bed and leave Berkley (that's the dog) alone." Garrett climbed under the covers and laid on a pillow and said, "I sleeping." Ahh-choo, ahh-choo. (That's a fake snoring noise for those of you who wondered.) Grandma wasn't fooled.
Goofy, funny, wonderful, make-me-crazy little boy. I don't think I've laughed harder than I have in the last two years since he joined our family.
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