Up, up....

Everything is "up" with Griffith. And his enunciation is perfect. "Up" means lots of things. It means "pick me up," of course. He generally walks over and stands with his nose almost touching your knee and says it. It also means "let me in your lap." Especially if Allan is already there. Sometimes it means something akin to "come on and do _______" -- throw the ball, play with me, whatever.

Griff is doing a little better with his eating. He still won't let you put any thing in his mouth, but he is getting more coordinated with feeding himself. And more interested in different foods. He loves gingersnaps and vanilla wafers. Last night he had ham for the first time and I thought he was going to founder on it. I had to give him 3 servings. This was in addition to some mashed potatoes, some bits of Ritz cracker and diced up cheese. (Actually, it was all kind of smushed up together, sort of like a croquette.) We still can't get him to drink from a sippy cup (we probably have a hundred and fifty dollars' worth of the things.) We are making progress though. It is all a matter of perspective.