Friday, February 15, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
The latest updates...
Lots of new pictures to ooh and ahhh over.
Monday night was Dad's night out so the boys and I snuggled down. It was cold and snowy and nasty so it was just fine with us that we were in. Bath time solo can be something of a challenge -- you really have to have everything set up beforehand so that you don't lose momentum (or a toddler!). Griffith was a dream. He was having a great time and being a little sweetheart. Allan, on the other hand, was right smart of a pain in the bottom. Allan refuses to sit in the tub. He wants to stand. Griff never tries to stand. Until his brother does. So then we have the two playing The Noble Duke of York in the bathtub -- one up while the other is down and then reversing. I finally had to call a halt to the bath early because of their rank defiance.
Griff was ready to crash immediately after the bath. We moved to the couch, turned down the lights and started to snuggle. Any other time, Allan would be off doing his own thing. Entertaining himself. Glad to play without interference. Not when Mom is the only game in town, though. He immediately made a bee-line for us on the couch and pulled up on my knee and raised a ruckus until I picked him up, too. At which point (naturally) he did not wish to snuggle and behave, but, instead, wanted to pester his brother (and, by extension, me) and keep him from sleeping. I finally wrestled him in to submission under my right arm, holding Griffith in my left and, before long, every one (including Mom) was asleep. Dad got home at nine to find us all passed out on the couch. I am going to have to get books on tape or something.
We are going to have to get video of Griffith dancing. He has really developed some moves here lately -- not only does he rock from side to side, he has now started using his arms, too. And, just this morning, he added in marching and spinning in circles. Very Lord of the Dance. He just about can't stand it because it is so fun and funny. He giggles and snorts and stumbles around because he has made himself so dizzy. Goofball.
Monday night was Dad's night out so the boys and I snuggled down. It was cold and snowy and nasty so it was just fine with us that we were in. Bath time solo can be something of a challenge -- you really have to have everything set up beforehand so that you don't lose momentum (or a toddler!). Griffith was a dream. He was having a great time and being a little sweetheart. Allan, on the other hand, was right smart of a pain in the bottom. Allan refuses to sit in the tub. He wants to stand. Griff never tries to stand. Until his brother does. So then we have the two playing The Noble Duke of York in the bathtub -- one up while the other is down and then reversing. I finally had to call a halt to the bath early because of their rank defiance.
Griff was ready to crash immediately after the bath. We moved to the couch, turned down the lights and started to snuggle. Any other time, Allan would be off doing his own thing. Entertaining himself. Glad to play without interference. Not when Mom is the only game in town, though. He immediately made a bee-line for us on the couch and pulled up on my knee and raised a ruckus until I picked him up, too. At which point (naturally) he did not wish to snuggle and behave, but, instead, wanted to pester his brother (and, by extension, me) and keep him from sleeping. I finally wrestled him in to submission under my right arm, holding Griffith in my left and, before long, every one (including Mom) was asleep. Dad got home at nine to find us all passed out on the couch. I am going to have to get books on tape or something.
We are going to have to get video of Griffith dancing. He has really developed some moves here lately -- not only does he rock from side to side, he has now started using his arms, too. And, just this morning, he added in marching and spinning in circles. Very Lord of the Dance. He just about can't stand it because it is so fun and funny. He giggles and snorts and stumbles around because he has made himself so dizzy. Goofball.
On your bottom, Griffith!
Griffith grinning because he knows he isn't supposed to be standing up in the tub.
Monday, February 11, 2008
My trip to Chicago was a great success all the way around. KK and I ordered in sushi on Friday night, watched part of Bridget Jones and Never Been Kissed, drank wine and caught up on life, the universe and everything. The view out her window is pretty amazing. I went to bed early and slept until I woke up (two full nights of sleep!). We did the spa on Saturday and got the royal treatment - manicures, pedicures, body scrubs, massages. After such a tough day we had to go home and have a nap. Then we went to a cheesy Moroccan restaurant with flamenco and belly-dancers. Hysterical. Sunday continued to beauty treatments -- a quick trip to the Bollywood Salon for threading (ouch!) and then home again, home again.
The boys all picked me up at the airport -- and you can see how the excitement affected Allan and Griffith. Jay was having trouble getting them to nap on Sunday so he put them in the car and drove laps around the airport. For about an hour. It is a wonder security didn't detain them!
The boys were happy enough to see me, I suppose, but they didn't really seem to have noticed my absence. A credit to their father's good care. By all reports, the guys were great -- the house was clean, the laundry done, the dishes done and a roast in the crock pot. Jay was the uber Dad. I'll have to go away more often!
The boys all picked me up at the airport -- and you can see how the excitement affected Allan and Griffith. Jay was having trouble getting them to nap on Sunday so he put them in the car and drove laps around the airport. For about an hour. It is a wonder security didn't detain them!
The boys were happy enough to see me, I suppose, but they didn't really seem to have noticed my absence. A credit to their father's good care. By all reports, the guys were great -- the house was clean, the laundry done, the dishes done and a roast in the crock pot. Jay was the uber Dad. I'll have to go away more often!
Thursday, February 07, 2008
More than 2500 posts
Can you believe it? We have more than 2500 posts on our blog! Amazing. I need to figure out how to put this on a CD and it will totally relieve any obligation I feel to fill out a baby book.
I am getting ready to head out for a girls' weekend in Chicago with Aunt KK. I feel certain that Cubbies attire is in the boys' futures. Aunt Michele is going to have to get busy or else the boys will be too far gone to ever be redeemed.
So what are the big guys up to these days? Well, we are growing all the time. Griffith is now 24 pounds of determination and attitude. Allan is 19 pounds and 14 ounces -- "this" close to being a 20 pounder. He is also full of determination and attitude. Every day he is getting stronger. Just tonight it took For.Ever to get him to go to sleep. He just refused (much like Griff) to give it up. He is afraid he will miss something. (In his defense, I was watching the latest Project Runway and so it stands to reason that he wanted to see who got sent home. Despite it being DVR'd, we still weren't able to get to the end before he fell asleep. He will be glad to know that Sweet Pea survived and Ricky went home. We never liked Ricky. He cried too much.)
Griff gets sweeter by the day. He comes over and "loves" on his brother all the time. He lays his head over on Allan's stomach and puts his arms around him. It about kills me. In all fairness, at least half the time he is doing it because we praise him to high heaven for it (GOOD BOY, GRIFFITH !!!!! So NICE! LOVE ON YOUR BROTHER! WHAT A GOOD BOY!!!!) You might think he had cured cancer based on our level of professed excitement. Still, it IS awfully sweet. The only one who doesn't seem to appreciate it, oddly enough, is Allan. Some people aren't meant to be happy.
At any rate....Jay will be flying solo this weekend. I, on the other hand, will, with any luck, be reading, shopping, taking a nap or two, dining out and hanging out in the big city. It doesn't really matter what I do, though. Like I told Kelly, I would be happy taking a bath in her tub so long as she promised not to stand outside, pound her head on the door and yell "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!" My wants and needs are small.
Have a good weekend and I hope to post some fun pictures when I get back.
I am getting ready to head out for a girls' weekend in Chicago with Aunt KK. I feel certain that Cubbies attire is in the boys' futures. Aunt Michele is going to have to get busy or else the boys will be too far gone to ever be redeemed.
So what are the big guys up to these days? Well, we are growing all the time. Griffith is now 24 pounds of determination and attitude. Allan is 19 pounds and 14 ounces -- "this" close to being a 20 pounder. He is also full of determination and attitude. Every day he is getting stronger. Just tonight it took For.Ever to get him to go to sleep. He just refused (much like Griff) to give it up. He is afraid he will miss something. (In his defense, I was watching the latest Project Runway and so it stands to reason that he wanted to see who got sent home. Despite it being DVR'd, we still weren't able to get to the end before he fell asleep. He will be glad to know that Sweet Pea survived and Ricky went home. We never liked Ricky. He cried too much.)
Griff gets sweeter by the day. He comes over and "loves" on his brother all the time. He lays his head over on Allan's stomach and puts his arms around him. It about kills me. In all fairness, at least half the time he is doing it because we praise him to high heaven for it (GOOD BOY, GRIFFITH !!!!! So NICE! LOVE ON YOUR BROTHER! WHAT A GOOD BOY!!!!) You might think he had cured cancer based on our level of professed excitement. Still, it IS awfully sweet. The only one who doesn't seem to appreciate it, oddly enough, is Allan. Some people aren't meant to be happy.
At any rate....Jay will be flying solo this weekend. I, on the other hand, will, with any luck, be reading, shopping, taking a nap or two, dining out and hanging out in the big city. It doesn't really matter what I do, though. Like I told Kelly, I would be happy taking a bath in her tub so long as she promised not to stand outside, pound her head on the door and yell "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!" My wants and needs are small.
Have a good weekend and I hope to post some fun pictures when I get back.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Keeping us hopping.
The boys have really been keeping us all hopping lately. Griffith, of course, is Griffith. Full-time, every day. But now Allan is so busy and full of himself that there's very little time left for any thing other than herding babies.
We had a pretty busy weekend. Miranda came over both nights to look after the fellas. Jay and I attended a Burns supper on Saturday (complete with a genuine Scotsman host in a kilt with a dirk). Yes, we ate haggis (just a little) and drank some whiskey and danced a few reels before heading home.
Sunday was such a pretty day, at least early, so the boys and I headed out for a run. The weather has made that sort of thing hit-or-miss and I certainly felt it. Nothing like pushing 45 pounds worth of babies uphill to make you remember the Burns supper the night before.
Last night was Jay's "night out" so I was flying solo. Things were going very well -- dinner (check), playtime (check), baths (check). Griff was snuggled down in my arms taking his bottle and drifting off to sleep when Allan decided it was time to put on a show. Now, mind you, Allan is often very quiet and just entertains himself. Quietly. However, if he catches on that his brother is going to sleep, he immediately decides to act up. I was smart enough to close off the door to the hallway and fasten the gate in to the kitchen before I sat down with Griff. That at least kept Allan confined to the living and dining rooms. After a few quiet minutes, Griff is drifting off -- only to be jarred awake by Allan whacking the basketball goal which counts and cheers and plays music. I'll just ignore it. Maybe he'll move on. Which he did. To the giraffe which talks and lights up and plays music and laughs this stupid laugh. Griff is about asleep again. This time Allan gets the animal train which sings. Damn it, Allan, knock it OFF! So I get up and move all the toys that make sounds or turn them off. This P.O.'s Allan who then stands at the dining room table trying to reach said talking toys (and ignoring the other silent toys all over the floor.) He squawks and talks and jabbers and generally tells me off. All the while Griff is just trying to go to sleep. Mission nearly accomplished when Allan figures out how to take a hard plastic ball and whack it repeatedly in to the corner (think The Great Escape and Steve McQueen). Griff is awake again. Get up, take the ball, listen to Allan b*tch. Sit back down, readjust Griff. Allan finds the gingerbread man who sings about making cookies. Allan, this is beginning to seem intentional, pal.
About 45 minutes go by of this sort of activity, when Allan decides to crawl over and try to get up in my lap. Fine. Except he doesn't want to snuggle (despite it being his bedtime and despite his always wanting to snuggle.) No, he wants to stand and walk and kick and talk. Every time Griff got anywhere near sleep, Allan managed to wake him. Finally he settled down -- but only if he could be laying on top of his brother. At this point, Griff didn't care. The only problem is that Allan is such a hot little guy that Griff and I were burning up.
When Jay got home, he found us as you see in the pictures. The worst part was that I had a lovely glass of wine just to my left, but couldn't get to it because I had a baby in each hand. I need one of those hats that hold cans of beer.......
We had a pretty busy weekend. Miranda came over both nights to look after the fellas. Jay and I attended a Burns supper on Saturday (complete with a genuine Scotsman host in a kilt with a dirk). Yes, we ate haggis (just a little) and drank some whiskey and danced a few reels before heading home.
Sunday was such a pretty day, at least early, so the boys and I headed out for a run. The weather has made that sort of thing hit-or-miss and I certainly felt it. Nothing like pushing 45 pounds worth of babies uphill to make you remember the Burns supper the night before.
Last night was Jay's "night out" so I was flying solo. Things were going very well -- dinner (check), playtime (check), baths (check). Griff was snuggled down in my arms taking his bottle and drifting off to sleep when Allan decided it was time to put on a show. Now, mind you, Allan is often very quiet and just entertains himself. Quietly. However, if he catches on that his brother is going to sleep, he immediately decides to act up. I was smart enough to close off the door to the hallway and fasten the gate in to the kitchen before I sat down with Griff. That at least kept Allan confined to the living and dining rooms. After a few quiet minutes, Griff is drifting off -- only to be jarred awake by Allan whacking the basketball goal which counts and cheers and plays music.
About 45 minutes go by of this sort of activity, when Allan decides to crawl over and try to get up in my lap. Fine. Except he doesn't want to snuggle (despite it being his bedtime and despite his always wanting to snuggle.) No, he wants to stand and walk and kick and talk. Every time Griff got anywhere near sleep, Allan managed to wake him. Finally he settled down -- but only if he could be laying on top of his brother. At this point, Griff didn't care. The only problem is that Allan is such a hot little guy that Griff and I were burning up.
When Jay got home, he found us as you see in the pictures. The worst part was that I had a lovely glass of wine just to my left, but couldn't get to it because I had a baby in each hand. I need one of those hats that hold cans of beer.......
A helping hand
Griffith is very helpful and runs to get Allan's monitor and move it so that Allan doesn't get stuck or pull the plug out.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Allan completely frustrated.
Pounding his head in to the floor because Griffith has headed off with his toys.
What a dope!
Allan was thoroughly unimpressed with his brother's antics. In part because Griffith kept trying to pull Allan's toboggan off.
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