bit and blurbs

Allan is growing more and more proficient with his crawling, pulling up and cruising. He loves to knock the ball across the floor, under the table, around the chairs. The only problem is that his monitor cord gets wrapped around things and pulls loose.

For all that we call Griffith a monster, he can be an awfully sweet little guy. He saw that Allan was about at the end of his tether with the monitor and picked it up and carried it over to Allan so that he could keep on crawling.

We are having a few anger management issues, though. Now when I tell Griff "no" about something he turns and takes a swipe at his brother. Whether Allan had any thing to do with it or not.

Allan still refuses to sit on his bottom in the tub. Last night he kept standing up and Jay and I would say "No, Allan, on your bottom!" and make him sit down. Every time he stood up, though, Griffith would laugh in encouragment. Whether because it was annoying Mom and Dad or because Allan was getting fussed at, I don't know.

Griff loves the garage that Lee got him, but he mostly loves it for sitting on top of. This is not a good idea because 1) his feet get stuck and 2) the garage is not designed for sitting so it wants to topple over. We actually put the bad garage in "time out" because it threw him down and made him bonk his head. We also put Griffith in time out because he kept crawling on top of it despite having been told "no."

We went to visit Miss Flora on Sunday. She had to have knee surgery and is still recuperating. The boys were glad to see her and had lots fun exploring her house. Of special attraction was her chihuahua, Lady, who sat outside and barked and barked and barked. Griffith loved the stairs, too. We (Jay) must have climbed 20 stories yesterday. Allan loved the carpeted living room and family room floors because he could really get some traction on it. They both loved the springy door-stopper that makes a "boing!" sound when you smack it hard.

Cousin Jennifer came over on Saturday so that I could work in the basement while Jay worked on "his" house, which he is selling (He was worried that the didn't have anywhere to go if I were to throw him out. I told him I would be a widow before a divorcee but, oddly, he didn't seem comforted by that. You can't help some people.) The sad reality of the basement is that we are going to have to move and abandon the stuff. There is simply no way to get it back under control. Think of the vines growing up on Sleeping Beauty's castle. Very similar mess.

Anyway, Jennifer (and the fellas) seemed to have a pretty good time and I did make some progress downstairs. After Jennifer left, the boys and I went for a run instead of watching the game. The boys fell asleep almost immediately. The combination of the movement and the warm sun was too much for them. It was in the 40's and sunny. They have a plastic windshield that makes the stroller like a little baby greenhouse so they were toasty warm. We made it back for the end of the game (the most important part) and, for once, we had a happy ending.

That's the news for the moment. Enjoy the photos!