Cute as a Bug

Gabriel is a sweet boy.
Now 15 months old, "outside" is a word we do not say out loud, but rather spell out,
otherwise, one cute-as-a-bug blond boy will grab your finger and proceed to drag you to the door,
which he can open by himself, much to my disapproval.
  Our yard is not exactly baby safe:  ditches lay uncovered, the porch does not have a railing, and mud everywhere.
But, he was emphatic about being outside,the mud was calling his name.

We also don't dare say "walk", or he will get his tiny little mud boots and bring them to you.
He is an avid outdoors man, for sure.

Must be in the blood.
He does generally get taken on a walk everyday.  The bad part is when he has to come back in, which is always too early, and he lets us know it. Although he seems to be plenty smart, he calls me "daddy"  with great enthusiasm.
  I'm really not sure if this is a sense of humor, or what, since none of our other children had any difficulty in saying MAMA!

Gabe loves books, and will sit down and leaf through a chapter book with apparent great interest.
His favorite books are those that have music, either electronic or the kind I have to sing,
like the "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" book.
He likes to do a little dance to the Baby Einstein music book Grammy got him.  It is very cute.
His newest enjoyment is feeding himself, which, probably qualifies as a hazardous sport.
Then, since he so sweet, he thinks he should feed me too.
I don't think so.
I am enjoying the last of his babyhood, it all goes so fast.
Blink and they are bigger than you and doing algebra.