Guest post

The other week I found out that a former babysitter of mine follows this blog.  Marie Scott is in my ward when she's not living/working/studying at BYU-Idaho.  She's an English major, and unbeknownst to me, she created a blog post about Gavin as an assignment for one of her classes.  I love it!  Without further ado, here are Marie's thoughts on my third child.

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I am responding to the post titled Gavin, Gavin, Gavin that was posted on March 6, 2012. {Note from Heidi: read that post before you go on.  You'll laugh more.}

Sister Bartle!

I love you and miss you!  If you are reading this blog and you do not know Heidi personally, allow me to introduce you.  Oh, wait, she already has!  You should know that she is as sincere as she sounds and that she is a fantastic Mom.  I am LDS also, and Heidi is in my ward.  I have babysat for her a time or two, and there are times when I want to say "Gavin, Gavin, Gavin" just as much as she does.  I miss her children sometimes.  Children really do say the darndest things.  Her conversation with Gavin was so funny!  It reminds me of a poem that I read recently.  I am an English major and I read “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.”  Here are thirteen ways of looking at Gavin based on the day that Sister Bartle had:

Thirteen ways of looking at Gavin

1. He’s small

And also not very big

He has the most innocent blue eyes

They grow round when he gets

upset 

 2. “Mommy, I don’t need naps anymore!”

He protests

With the Cheerios from this

Morning still

On his

Sweater

3.  He falls asleep

His carseat

Is his new

Best friend

4. Gavin, Gavin, Gavin

Mommy is tired

And eyes her

Pillow

Gavin has

Questions

5. Can we go live

With Grandma, Mommy?

Can we?

Gavin’s eyes are big

6.  Mommy looks at him

Tickled to death

Oh Gavin, she says

We live

Right here

7.  Gavin’s eyes grow rounder

but why can’t we live

With

Grandma?

He does not understand

8.  This sweet, sweet

sweet angel boy

spills milk and chocolate

syrup

on the

 floor.

Was a zacksident

Mommy,

He might say

9.  Gavin’s mother looks

at him

No matter what he

Does she can’t help

But smile

10.  Mommy drives Gavin

In a big car

But it doesn’t seem so big

To Gavin

He takes off his seatbelt and jumps

All around.

Mommy is worried

11. Still, Gavin makes her

smile

no matter how many candy bars

he

steals from the

top of the fridge

12.  One might think

Gavin knew that poem

That some adults do

It suits him

So well

It goes a little something

Like

This:

13.  I have eaten the candy bar that was on

top of the ice box

and which you were probably saving

for later

forgive me

it was so sweet

and rich

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Thanks, Marie.  You made my day!