The first grandson, my “little man.” The Gavinators. He has had to endure much of this through his years.
Then: Easter 2007, he was ready to run and play with the sisters and cousin Hunter. But, wait! First, a kiss-kiss!
Now: Easter break 2013, hanging with the grands. This again?!? yes, this again.
Gavin was the very very very FIRST grandchild. He changed my world! He’ll be double-digits soon, but he will not escapes his Nonni’s kisses as long as she can catch him! ;)
Note to self: In retrospect, the bangs of 2007 really were a grave error, as almost all decisions made at midnight are.