This is what happens when he's learning to feed himself.
This is the unfolding life of Gavin Clark, born February 11, 2005, at 12:22pm. We are Joyce and Sean. We were 41 years old once, and that was....., how old are you now Gavin? And we are full-on, deer-in-the-headlight, "maturing" parents. We're tired and happy, cranky and overjoyed. We're having a blast and worrying about everything now... This is our son. This is his blog.
Here is a picture of the west coast Turners and (most of) the east coast Turners visiting Gavin's grandmother's memorial site in Exeter, New Hampshire this last weekend. Saturday the 10th was the first year anniversary of the passing of Sharon Kay Polkinghorn Turner Buchanan-Parker, and although Gavin missed getting to meet her by two months, it was very important that he got to go back and meet his new cousin Charlie, visit his grandmother on the Turner side and experience butt-cold temperatures (and snow) for the first time.
"Better eccentric vagaries than commonplace dullness"
Above are two of the most important reasons why we went to the east coast: Gavin's 11-year old cousin Avery and 3-month old cousin Charlie. Charlie is becoming quite the baby bungee bouncer as well, and we got to go to Avery's first-ever school basketball game.
Note his young cousin Charlie in his mother's arms in the background, with either a broken neck or fast asleep (he was fast asleep of course - he is also known as Charliezzzzzz).
Gavin and Jackie get to know each other and become fast friends in the comfort of Aunt Lori's lap
Hey, we hope you had a great Thanksgiving! We sure did. We all went up to Nevada City with Gavin's Uncle Brian and had a wonderful little family time.
We got some great hikes in. Here Joyce and Gavin are bringing home the tools from a burnpile we had on the back part of the property.
We visited with our neighbor's horses (and cats)





Somehow, Gavin let's us know when he wants to bounce. And then when he gets in his bouncer, there is no stopping him. Here's a couple of video's, from front and back, of our little dancer: