I guess I didn't realize just how big and smart Gideon is until we watched Gavin on Friday. Gavin is 8 months old. In many ways he's a lot like Gideon. He's already pulling himself up on stuff, he crawls really fast and he's clearly very bright because he caught on to Gideon's basketball game right away. The two boys played very well together and were even on the same napping, eating, diapering schedule. Which meant that I managed to get a full hour of time to myself while they were both down for naps. Still, Gavin is only half Gideon's age. Gavin still seems like a baby. And next to Gavin, Gideon is definitely not a baby any more. He's very much a little man in a toddler's body.
I also noticed that Gideon doesn't want to be treated like a baby. He wanted to help with Gavin. He wanted to help feed him. Every time Gavin would lose his pacifier, Gideon was picking it up and shoving it back in his mouth. He wanted to pick out toys for Gavin and show him how to use them. He wanted to help carry stuff outside. He wanted Gavin to learn how to pet the kitty and be "gentle." (Also one of his new words.) He really thought he was a big kid next to the younger boy.
It was a great experience having Gavin over, but it also made me a little sad. I miss my baby. He's just not a baby anymore.
*Sigh* Okay I'll stop complaining at how fast my munchkin is growing. Yesterday Grampa brought over a new present for him.
Suffice it to say he LOVED it and screamed bloody muder when I finally took him out of it after half an hour. But it was bedtime. Fortunately, for the time being I'm still bigger & stronger than he is. (Although the day is fast approaching when I won't be. This kid is STRONG and he has an iron grip!)