2 posts tagged “noah's ark”

Here's the pictures from where Gavin was taste testing all the animals in his Noah's Ark toy...
He does this all the time, he rummages through the closet to find the toy -it's technically a birthday present he's not supposed to know he has! And once he finds it in his toy box, he pulls it down and fumbles through the holes in the side or throws the whole thing until the animals pop out, and then he bites them all for good measure...

I bought Gavin the Fisher Price Little People's Noah Ark toy back several months ago at a children's consignment event with the idea of stashing it away for his birthday in June. Well, it's been in his closet for months now, and he never bothered it. But now that he knows how to open the closet doors- he climbs into his closet every day and drags it out. I don't know why I even take it away from him...obviously he loves it, I just wanted it to be a birthday present, so I keep putting it back into hiding.

Well, last week when my best friend, Laura, came to visit, he got it out. He dumped all the animals out in the floor, and then one by one would hand me the animals. When we got to the alligator, Laura was telling him, "Oh look, it's an alligator!" And he says, "awwagayga?" with this adorable little puzzled look on his face. I swear it sounded like he was saying alligator. Laura and I just looked at each other...I'm pretty impressed even if it was just coincidence.

This morning, Andrew didn't have to go in until late, and he heard Gavin banging around in his closet, so he peeks into his room and saw him with Noah's ark out again. He'd peeled the top off, and was reaching into the ark, digging around and pulling each animal out one at a time. Then he'd bite the animal, look at it again, and throw it on the floor. Taste testing, I said. I really wish we'd captured it in a picture, but when Andrew came to get me- he saw us and crawled over to us.

According to Gavin, the closet is a big fun place to play in, or close yourself up in it...depending on the day.
One day last weekend, we were in the adjoining room to his room, and he was banging around playing, and then started squealing...so we went into his room, and he'd closed himself into the closet. (It has sliding doors) and he could only open it just a bit (probably because he couldn't see what he was doing on the inside), and you could see his little face (half of it anyways) and tears were just dropping off his little cheeks. It was so sad. So we had to rescue him. Now he thinks it's funny to play peek a boo in the closet, and crawls in there, slams the door shut and waits for me to say, "Where's the baby?" and then he pops out, giggling.

He's such a funny little boy :)