Another big weekend for Team Al and Grif.
Daddy and his buddies headed out of town on Saturday for the game so Mom and the boys called in reinforcements. Aunt Stephanie and Cousin Bailey came to the rescue.
Bailey was prepared in advance for her role and told her mother, "I can put Griffith in time-out because I am AT LEAST an inch taller than he is." None of us realized the height requirment before, but she was ready for him should he get out of line. (For the record, she did not have to put him in time-out, although she did tell him to "Behave!" on more than one occasion. Took the word right out of my mouth.)
We headed for the park that afternoon. Allan was worn out and spent a lot of his time sleeping in the stroller. Bailey and Griff started off on the little kids' slide but graduated to the big, purple monster slide pretty quickly. (Allan woke up and we tried the slide, but he objected strenuously. The most he is up for is the swing and the teeter-totter.)
After a big time at the park, we headed home to play some more and order pizza. (Griff preferred his turkey-cheddar hot dog.) Bath time was big fun and then everyone got snuggled down to enjoy the evening. Aunt Steph got a little quality time with the World Champion Snuggler, Allan.
Griff went down like a dream, but then gurgled and, despite my jumping up, threw up all over my front, back and side. Nothing like milk and turkey dog all over the place at bed time. Sigh. Apparently whatever he had was going around because Allan threw up. At 4 a.m. And screamed and screamed and screamed (please, please, DO NOT wake up your brother!) Thank goodness, Griff slept through it. He didn't wake up until 7 and the first thing he said was "da, da, da." Fine, you little ingrate. Good morning to you, too. Allan woke up feeling pretty sassy as well. Mom made it until about 9 a.m. before she started feeling puny. (What time is your father coming home anyway?)
Oh, well, we all survived and, as soon as Jay hit the door, Mom hit the bed. Still not at the top of my game, but not bad, considering. Just glad it wasn't worse.