The boys have had another excellent weekend. It was cold and snowy so we were mostly homebound and had to make our own fun. Fortunately the boys are old pros at that: we watched the ballgame (which did not prove to be that entertaining), invited some folks over for dinner, played dress up in the sweaters that Grandma knitted. Some times it is like a regular circus around here.

Griffith continues to spend much of his time up on his knees, rocking back and forth, ready to launch. He has even managed to pick up his knees and crawl backwards (as opposed to pushing and scooting backwards which is his usual method of locomotion). He doesn't seem to realize that what he was doing was any thing different, significant or capable of being reproduced and so we made it through another weekend without a fully mobile Griff.

Allan continues his stealthy ways. He is obsessed with watching the TV and will go to all sorts of efforts to position himself to see it. Remember now, that this is the kid who is too weak to roll over and "fatigues easily." It seems that there may be a fair amount of playing possum being done. He was lying on one side watching TV when I got in from work. Fine. No harm in keeping up with the news of the day. But, a half hour later when it is time for dinner, I sit down on the blanket beside him, roll him over so he is away from the TV and facing a toy and play with him with for a bit. He gets engaged, grabbing and batting at the toy and Jay and I get to talking. When I look down, Allan has, slowly and quietly, rolled himself back over to watch the TV. So I roll him back over, play with him and the toy, get him focussed (so I think) on that. Start talking to Jay. Look down to see my pride and joy, very quietly, rolling himself back over to find the TV. He kept this up for about 15 minutes or so. We decided that this was like physical therapy (in a Britney Spears sort of way.) Maybe we can tempt him to eat by offering him a Moon Pie and an RC. Whatever works.