Gabe's View

Hi. This is Gabe. I'm guest authoring because my mom doesn't seem to get around to posting. So I've taken it upon myself to let you all know what's been going on.

First, on the 8th day of the 8th Month of the year '08, my dad turned 33. My parents had a big party and invited lots of friends over for a chocolate fountain. My mom even made homemade marshmallows and cream puffs to dip.
While those things are nice, to me the don't hold a candle to fresh strawberries. I discovered a new trick while she was preparing 7 pounds of fresh strawberries. While she is in the kitchen working, I can go hang on her legs and whine. She will then give me a strawberry, and I will go away, which is what she wants. But I only go away for the length of time it takes me to masticulate the strawberry. Then I am back, with the same trick. The amazing thing is, she keeps giving them to me. I think she feels like at least she is getting something done. I just know I am getting more and more strawberries, which I love. I will use this trick every time she buys strawberries, and consume approximately 20% of the fruit she buys, so she better plan accordingly in the future!

Because I am very tricky, I mange to not be in bed before the party starts, like I am supposed to be. But at least I got to see my friends Mora and Sophia, and give them lots of kisses. These days I really like to kiss girls. Just girls, not boys. But I like to give kisses to all the girls in the nursery at church on Sunday, and even random girls I see at the park. Don't worry, my mouth is open when I kiss but it's just on the cheek. Please notice my red cheeks in the photo below. My dad thinks I had a reaction to all the strawberries I ate. The next day, my dad had to go to a special continuing education seminar for work, so my mom and I cleaned the house all morning. That much chocolate is a BIG PAIN to clean up. After we were done she took me to the park for a break. My favorite part of the park is climbing on the slide. It's hard to climb, but I really like to climb things and there is nothing else to climb at this park.
When we're not partying it up, my mom and I go to the Music/English class my mom teaches at the church for me and the other kids. It's just like a regular music class, but we sing in English and my mom calls it an English class so no one will criticize her music abilities.
My mom made animal hand puppets to sing "Old McDonald" and little star wands to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and we have pompoms to sing about the colors. I mostly walk around waving my props while the others try to sing, but I like to see my friends!

Thanks for reading my post, and I will try to get my mom to post more often. But don't hold your breath!

Gabe