allan & griff

Friday, October 12, 2007

Well, Griffith has been flinging Allan to the floor with a fair degree of regularity of late, despite the no-no's, time outs and attempts to intervene. There really is no question that he intends for him to hit the ground. Griffith literally grabs Allan by the arm or by the back of his shirt and pulls or pushes him down. "Bonk" goes Allan. And then he howls.
(As a side note, it isn't that Allan can't withstand the bonk. Just last night Allan was sitting in the living room floor playing with the ball and it got away from him. In his effort to get in to crawling position and get to the ball, Allan toppled over and hit his head. Hard. And he didn't cry at all. He just laid there with a look on his face like, well THAT wasn't what I was going for.)

Anyway, the boys were playing on the floor this morning and Jay and I were in the kitchen when we heard a "bonk" followed by a howl. We turned expecting to see the usual -- Allan splayed out, howling, Griffith, scampering away, looking guilty. Imagine our surprise to see Griffith over on his back, crying, and Allan sitting there looking innocent. Now we didn't see it happen, but based on the relative positions of the boys and the fact that Griffith doesn't just fall over these days, we are pretty sure that Allan managed to tip him. I guess we should have put Allan in time out, too, but we both had the same reaction and said, in unison, "Well done!"

Thursday, October 11, 2007

More new posts tomorrow

I must have taken two dozen pictures tonight. On top of the past couple of days, that's quite a lot.
I set eleven as the time to stop, but have gone over by a bit.

The boys are really most excellent little guys. Tonight was my night 'out' for yoga and sushi, but since Aunt Lee was out of town and Aunt Diane had a sick kid, the night out was over by 7:30, if you include the trip to the drugstore. How things have changed.

Anyhoodle, the boys were full of it when I got home. They were in that lull between dinner and bath. Griff was off in a hundred directions doing whatever-he-pleased so I picked up Allan, intending to hold him on my lap and bond while I had some taco soup. Allan wasn't in my lap two minutes before Griff (who hadn't paid a bit of attention to me in the 10 minutes I had been home) had to be in my lap, too. Daddy missed some of the best shots of Allan trying to push Griff out of my lap. (You read it right -- Allan was pushing Griff. Turn about is fair play, after all.) I had to switch the guys around so that they couldn't shove each other off. Everyone was in a very giggly mood which made for lots of fun.

Anyway, more pictures later. Time for bed now.