I'm not going to lie folks, I had little do with shopping for Gaige this year. He is so hard to buy for, he kind of always has been. He's really just a different kind of kid. We've always said he has an
old soul. Even as a toddler it was like he was a seventy year old in a three year old's body. He liked to be outside and up at the shop with my grandpa. Sure he played with toys and stuff but he would always choose to be outside rather than in, if he was given that choice. Which is fine.
But if you know me at all, you know that I am
not an outdoorsy kind of girl lol. I'm what I like to call a
city country girl. Sure I like to fish and camp. But I refuse to sleep on the ground or anywhere that I might need to pee outside. If I can't get up in the morning and shower, or shower before bed, I don't want to be there. Gaige is not that way...at all. He spends the majority of his time at the river a few blocks from our house. Between him and three of his friends, he has made little camping areas. Cleared out brush and logs (even hauling a few home to chop here) and has even built little
lean-to's.
A couple weeks ago he comes in the living room and says
mom do you have a skillet I can take to the river? And he walked away with my mini cast iron skillet (that's probably been used three times...cause who only cooks one egg around here?).