Gabi in 2008

You know what they say about 2s and 3s. Here's a selection of Gabi's photos in 2008.

Computer Talk

Computer games have certainly influenced the vocabulary of the youth.

When my four year old Gabi wants me or his mommy to stop talking --- especially when we are admonishing him for a naughty deed -- he holds up his hand and says "Pause first, Papa, pause."

When he is too tired or just plain lazy to pack away his toys, his favorite excuse is "Wait, Papa, I'm still loading."

And last night when he was about to sleep, he snuggled close to me and whispered "Game over, Papa. I will shut down."

Beautiful Bela

At long last. The photos and videos of Bela's birth and early days.

BFF!

March 2010

They were born a little more than seven months apart, Beeto in September 2004 and Gabi in May 2005. And though they are opposite in character, the cousins are undoubtedly best friends.

Gabi is loud and gregarious. Beeto is quiet and circumspect. Yet they love each other's company and always seek each other out.

They see each other at least once a week. During family dinner in granny's house. They regularly have play dates. They swim in Woodside when Beeto comes over. And they play video games when Gabi goes over to Beeto's house.

They talk on the phone too. You should hear their conversations. Like two small adults talking about the pros and cons of the newest video game or disagreeing between themselves on who has the better toys.

Oh yes they argue. And fight. They've even come to blows a couple of times. But like true best friends, they always make up. And pledge that they are each other's best friend. Until the next fight, that is. Which could be as soon as ten minutes later.

May 2007

October 2007

September 2008

July 2009

Gabi Sayings

"Last one up is a rotten egg, papa!" Gabi screamed as he ran up the stairs. It was the first time he ever said that. He probably learned it from an older cousin since we had just come home from family dinner.

Of course, I came in last. It was just the two of us. And he had a three step advantage.

"You're the rotten egg, papa."

"Okay, Gabi," I said. "But if I'm the rotten egg, what are you?"

I wanted to know if he understood the expression.

"Hmm...," he struggled.

"I know, I know!" he finally replied. "I'm the normal egg."