Poor, poor boy

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.

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