Dance fever

Gabby’s Christmas Dance Show, which due to snow was held Feb. 4. It’s a gymnastics/dance class, and – at four and a half – she’s the youngest. The rest of the class is in kindergarten to second grade.

Happiness is …

Seeing an old friend for the first time in months.

Happiness is …

Freestylin’!

Cute and campy

Gabby poses with Daniel Boone, a statue near the duck pond at Appalachian State. This was during our tailgating activities prior to ASU playing Chattanooga.

His shining star

The past few times we’ve gone to Wal-Mart, Gavin was unexpectantly really excited. As soon as we turn into the parking lot, he begins. “Cowboys store! Cowboys store!” At first I was at a loss. Then his sister explained it to me. Kinda fitting, really.

Annual growth

Big G’s school pictures today, and one year ago.

Rapping the freaks

Back during the summer, the fam was out late at a local park. The sun was disappearing. Time to be heading home. Gabby was busy on the swings. She wasn’t hip to leaving. She wanted to stay!

Swatch watch

We had a parent-teacher conference with Gabby’s preK teacher last week. She’s doing great! Makes friends. Great language skills. Friendly. Always excited and happy. If they gave letter grades, she’d be A++++++.

She’s also really into art. She’s all about some rainbows right now. She loves drawing them with paint, or markers, or crayons, or computers, whatever. And yes, I said computers. This is one of her photoshop efforts. I open up a blank file, show her the paintbrush and eraser tools, and open the color swatches. The rest is all her.

The cow jumped over the swoon

The fam hit the local Chick-Fil-A during a recent “Spirit Night.” The restaurant welcomes a different school once a week, with a share of sales going to a particular cause at the school. So with an expected audience of elementary aged kids, it only makes sense for the Chick-Fil-A cow to make an appearance.

And when he did, holy chicken strips was Big G excited.

Within 10 minutes of entering the cow’s gravitational pull, Gavin gave him about six “high fives,” four hugs and at least one pound. He also played shadow, jumping out in front of the bovine to show off his jersey (“it says ‘ASU’”) or simply say “hi,” again.

Eventually the cow went outside. We ate. After about 10 minutes, the cow returned. And so did his No. 1 fan.

At one point, a young lady attempted to pose with the cow, and her mom patiently aimed her camera. Gavin stood between them, attempting again to speak with the cow. I ran in and grabbed him, and brought him back to our table. He was NOT happy, screaming all the way.

ME: Gavin! Shhhh! It’s okay. Let somebody else talk to the cow.

GAVIN: (crying) But I want to sing cow a song! I was going to sing him a song!

ME: What song were you going to sing?

GAVIN: (Sniffling) I was going to sing cow baseball song.

Gabby and I laughed. When I looked back up, the cow had retreated back to the kitchen area. So at age 2, Gavin finally has his big regret in life – missing a chance to sing “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” to the Chick-Fil-A cow, infront of a packed house, while wearing an App jersey and Panthers ballcap.

Now THAT would have been a Christmas card!

Cats scratched fever

A friend of mine is a huge Dallas Cowboys fan. When his son was around two, I gifted him an Aikman jersey. A few years later the jersey was given back to me as a gift for Gavin. And stupidly I accepted it.

And now I am the father of a … (cringing) .. Cowboys fan. It’s now his favorite jersey. Sickening.