Allan really showed off for Miss Julie yesterday: he made it all the way across the dining room walking while holding on to his activity table and pushing it! He got to the baby gate at the kitchen and transferred his hands over to it so that he could peep in just like his brother does. I guess he has finally decided to see what all the excitement about the washing machine and tupperware is about.
Miss Julie was very excited. The table is apparently perfect for her purposes as is the little car that Heather got him a long, long time ago. He doesn't need anything with wheels that turn because that would move too quickly for him. The table slides on the carpet, but not too fast. At any rate, he was quite pleased with himself, too. He's really getting to be quite motivated.
Neither Jay nor I were there to take pictures, but you can be sure that we'll be capturing this on film ASAP.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Not a poker player
Allan does not hide his emotions well.
This is the activity table that he and Griffith both LOVE. Griff has taken to pushing it all over the house. The other day he pushed it through the dining room and into the living room, heading directly for Allan who was sitting in front of the couch. Jay said, Griffith, no. Griff stopped. Thought about it for a minute. And then jammed Allan up against the couch. He didn't even fuss about being put it time-out. It was totally worth it.
Monday, November 05, 2007
On the run
Griffith running away from me as hard as he can.
Jerked his hand away from mine and headed out on his own. Independent little cuss.
Slip sliding
Griff really had the hang of it this time. He was kicking and grinning and giggling.....
I don't want to!
Griff pulling back. The giggle monster was a little too unpredictable for his taste.
Giggle Monster
Aunt Michele was very amused with her gift for the boys. Griff wasn't getting too close though.
Devil Griff greeting Aunt Michele
A few more Halloween photos -- Griff greeting Aunt Michele at the door. Reverse trick-or-treating -- we like that.
2000
This is post number 2000 for the boys' blog -- can you believe it?
Prolific little fellows, aren't they?
We had a very busy and fun-filled weekend.
Friday night we stayed in and watched a little T.V. Saturday was my birthday and the boys did right by me. First of all, they slept late (8-ish) which was wonderful. Then they gave me my gifts -- a big Henry Brown bag (perfect for carrying boys' toys around town) and an antique silver locket (Dad, Grandma and Grampy helped with that) with pictures of Momma's boys inside (which explains why Dad kept harassing me about getting wallet sized photos made). Then Dad went outside and cleaned out the garage so that we can get the car inside again (very helpful now that we are having frost in the morning). After he finished that project, I went for a run and Jay got the boys ready to go to the rugby match. Which left Mom at home alone with a couple of hours of free time. The door had barely closed before I was soaking in the tub, reading the New Yorker. In.Absolute.Silence. (Unlike the night before when I got home before Flora left and tried to take a bath. Hard to relax with Griffith pounding on the door, howling like a banshee, MaMaMaMaMa!!!!) I'm going to have to start sneaking in to my own house. The bath was followed by a nap which was followed by a little shopping. Then Miss Miranda came to play while Mom and Dad hit the town. Sort of. We walked to a local restaurant and had dinner with friends. Home by eleven. Not exactly painting the town red.....
With the time change we were afraid that the boys would be up at the crack o' dawn, but they slept in again. Cousin Tyler came over with his girlfriend and we all had breakfast. Then Miss Samantha came to look after the boys so that we could get some work done. Fall cleaning, I guess. Eight garbage bags of 0 to 6 months baby clothes to the hospital. Thirty bags of clothes, shoes, toys, home goods to Goodwill. Four garbage bags of just garbage. And the basement still looks full.
We tried for a trip to the park, but it was so windy and cold that it didn't last very long. Allan objected strenuously. Griff was having fun, but his cheeks were rosy red in no time so we headed back in. After a little dinner, the guys were exhausted (time change finally caught them). A quick bath and every one hit the hay.
Prolific little fellows, aren't they?
We had a very busy and fun-filled weekend.
Friday night we stayed in and watched a little T.V. Saturday was my birthday and the boys did right by me. First of all, they slept late (8-ish) which was wonderful. Then they gave me my gifts -- a big Henry Brown bag (perfect for carrying boys' toys around town) and an antique silver locket (Dad, Grandma and Grampy helped with that) with pictures of Momma's boys inside (which explains why Dad kept harassing me about getting wallet sized photos made). Then Dad went outside and cleaned out the garage so that we can get the car inside again (very helpful now that we are having frost in the morning). After he finished that project, I went for a run and Jay got the boys ready to go to the rugby match. Which left Mom at home alone with a couple of hours of free time. The door had barely closed before I was soaking in the tub, reading the New Yorker. In.Absolute.Silence. (Unlike the night before when I got home before Flora left and tried to take a bath. Hard to relax with Griffith pounding on the door, howling like a banshee, MaMaMaMaMa!!!!) I'm going to have to start sneaking in to my own house. The bath was followed by a nap which was followed by a little shopping. Then Miss Miranda came to play while Mom and Dad hit the town. Sort of. We walked to a local restaurant and had dinner with friends. Home by eleven. Not exactly painting the town red.....
With the time change we were afraid that the boys would be up at the crack o' dawn, but they slept in again. Cousin Tyler came over with his girlfriend and we all had breakfast. Then Miss Samantha came to look after the boys so that we could get some work done. Fall cleaning, I guess. Eight garbage bags of 0 to 6 months baby clothes to the hospital. Thirty bags of clothes, shoes, toys, home goods to Goodwill. Four garbage bags of just garbage. And the basement still looks full.
We tried for a trip to the park, but it was so windy and cold that it didn't last very long. Allan objected strenuously. Griff was having fun, but his cheeks were rosy red in no time so we headed back in. After a little dinner, the guys were exhausted (time change finally caught them). A quick bath and every one hit the hay.
upside down devil
This is how Daddy entertained himself between trick-or-treaters.
Allan was not the least bit concerned for Griff's well-being.
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