
Gabe LOVES helping dad cut the grass. He never sits so still (unless he's watching hockey with dad).

Yes, we splurged and bought Gabe a Detroit Red Wings jersey. Hopefully it's big enough that he'll be able to wear it next season as well (stupid San Jose Sharks)!


"Helping" Dad work.

This is Aunt Casie, not Daddy. We would never do such a vile thing as feed him whipped cream! At least, Dad wouldn't while Mom was around to see it.

I know this picture looks a little weird (like a bird feeding it's young), so I'd better explain. Whenever Dad eats black licorice, Gabe has to smell his mouth and try to bite Dad's bottom lip. Like father, like son, like son, like son. The tradition continues. Though Gabe hasn't tried to bite Grandpa's bottom lip while he's eating licorice...yet.

Thank goodness Gabe hadn't learned to suck through a straw yet. He would have gotten a rude awakening from the taste of Mate. YUCK!

Gabe was not old enough here to eat solid foods yet, but he sure wanted daddy's hamburger!
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