Gabe want seafood! NOW!

Okay...so that's a bit of a lie. We went to eat seafood, and Gabe got stuck eating chicken...again. Hey, it's not my fault they say you shouldn't give seafood to children under the age of two. Either way, Gabe had a blast eating at this restaraunt because it was right on the beach, it had cool ceiling fans, and our waiter looked like a mop-haired cartoon character. I know the picture makes it look like we are torturing him, but I thought it was funny.

Gabe started saying about 15 new words in the month of April. Once he gets going, he is a chatterbox. I'll get the list from Jules and put up his vocabulary.

"MINE!"