P.S.

The boys had their 30 month checkups today and their flu shots.

The stats:

Allan is 23 pounds and 3 ounces. He is 32.5 inches tall. This places him solidly in the 3-5 percentile.

Griffith is 29 pounds and 7.5 ounces. He is 36 inches tall (3 whole feet!). He is in the 50th percentile on height and weight. He is in the 75th percentile on his head. (Jay didn't ask about Allan's head. It is big, too, though.)

Griff didn't cry AT ALL when he had his shot or blood drawn. Allan whined some but more for effect than anything else.

Allan went to the cardiologist on Monday for a follow-up. Good news there, too: EKG was good, lungs sound clear. Come back in 6 months. Yes, ma'am. We like those kinds of appointments.

No real progress on the domain.

What a pain in the a** computers are.

I swear this was supposed to be a painless process but it isn't. I have even called in some techno-geeks who are going to help solve this, but no dice so far. And I have used all but 2 percent of my space on blogspot so I need a solution fast. Ugh.

At any rate, below are some pictures from the last couple of weeks including a recent trip "home" to visit Bailey, the farm and all occupants thereon.

Two heads are better than one.

I think it is this one right here, Griff.

Which one of these makes it go?

Getting a tutorial from Bailey.

Sad sack....

I'm not sure

that cat has any idea what kind of peril she is in.

Beginning to buckle at the knees.....

This balancing stuff is hard work.

Down he goes....

On the way down....

Allan taking a tumble.

Uh-ho!

Big Al fell quite a lot (the ground is uneven, he's a little shaky and the dog kept running past him) but he didn't mind at all.

On the move

Big Al motoring around Bailey's back yard, chasing the dogs, cats and just exploring.

Heading out

Big grin for Bo.

Fetch and catch.

Catch, Bo!

Bo and Griff playing fetch

I'm not sure who was in charge.

Poser

Miss B.

Checking out Bailey's 4-wheeler.

Mom, I'm not too sure about this.

I think she's an amateur. Just look at those socks.

Looking good so far.

Come on, Heather!

You said you had done this before!

Big grimace from Big Al

I don't think he approves of Heather's technique.

Baby-wrangling.....

Heather giving it her best shot.

New stepstool

The one we have is a little low still so I picked this one up at HomeGoods (LOVE that store!). It has TRUCKS on it which is a big hit.

Thoroughly irritated...

This describes me at the moment. I am fast running out of space on the blogspot, but you have an option to purchase a whole domain through Blogger and it will (allegedly) reconfigure everything so that the entire blog is available elsewhere and everyone is automatically re-routed.



Fat.Chance.



I have been fooling around with this on and off for days now (some of the explanation for the sparse posting) and I am going to have to call in the experts. This strikes me as just the sort of knot that Michele loves to work out. And since the Cardinals didn't make it to the play-offs, she ought to have some time......



Anyway, I am marching onward with the quest for more space. These pictures of Griffith sort of capture how I am feeling at the moment, though.

Just not suiting him at all

Griffith loves to swing "really, really high!" but the only one who can do it correctly is Daddy. This is what I got when I tried....