Growing up!

I can hardly believe how quickly Gavin is growing up. It seems like just yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital, and now he's running around swinging golf clubs and telling me, "No Mommy! No! No! No!" When I ask him, "Where did my baby go?", he runs over and lifts my shirt so that he can pat my stomach. I don't think he understands that there is a baby growing inside me, though. I think he believes that my stomach is called a baby, so he pats my belly when I ask him where my baby has gone as if he's reminding me of where my stomach is.

He's now 34 1/2 inches long and 23 pounds 9 ozs (and that's wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and socks!). Now that he's on some sort of eating strike, I have to wonder if he'll EVER gain any weight?!?!? As long as he's healthy, though, I have to try not to stress too much about how much he's eating...try being the operative word!