At any rate, Gavin spent most of Christmas fine-tuning his crawling skills. It's as if he read a text book on crawling, and he's following the instructions to the letter. He slaps those little hands down on the ground like he means business - and he does. He's speedy and intent on mischief.
Gavin is also already pulling up to stand and trying to cruise on furniture. Which mostly ends in him falling backwards/forwards/sideways - whichever direction he'll most likely hit his head. Which is still bald. And toothless.
He's eating like a fiend - everything except pears. He sobs through each mouthful of pears (while still opening his mouth for another bite, because food is precious to him).
He loves snuggles, hugs, and anything having to do in any way with music. He's also a fan of wheels.
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