Mad Skillz

Did I mention Griffin has mad new skillz like locating his head, nose, mouth, belly and toes?

Griffin is now adept at putting things on his head. We've moved on to putting things on our toes or showing off our bellies. It is all very cute when he plops down to show you his toes. The belly thing is less cool since he now likes to pull up my shirt, poke my mamabelly and giggle. Yeh, laugh now, but you used to live there, buddy! In fact, before you moved in, it wasn't criss-crossed with red lines! Also, today he decided it was really funny and of critical importance that he stuff little pieces of fruit into my bellybutton. I'm not sure what to make of this. No one's ever seemed so serious about stuffing my navel with blueberries.

Rainy Day Babies

I know we're in the middle of this terrible drought and the plants and reservoirs need water and I'm a gardener and all, but DAMN does my baby get cranky when he can't go outside and play! I can't imagine what would happen if we lived in some ridiculous yankee place. We get an inch of rain here and everyone goes ballistic!

Contain Your Child!

While we were staying at Joell's house in Orinda this weekend, we discovered a new method of child management, or shall we say, containment. I'm not sure if this is legal in California, but wow, it sure was quiet once we got Griffin encased in plexiglass. He looks damn cute, too. Kind of like a museum display. Just in case you were going to call CPS, we decided to let him out after he promised to behave and stop chewing on stuff.

Kisses for Jezebel

Griffin loves Jezebel and he's not afraid to show it. In his recent maturity, he has started to pet Jez and be nice to her (in between mushing her and pulling her fur.) In the morning, he'll scamper out to the living room where Jez is sleeping on Griffin's old Danger Pillow and hug and kiss her until she amiably swats him.

When Jake and I got Jezebel, back in 1995, she was a sick, sad, mangled little boo with infected piercings. Come to think of it, Jake and I weren't much better. Jezebel had been hit by a car, attacked by a dog, had a wound covering most of her back leg, pneumonia and (possibly) the mange. We nursed her back to health (if there ever was health to go back to,) took out her piercings and thankfully, she's cost $50 in health care costs since.

Jezebel has been old and crotchety since she was a kitten and if I had a quarter for everyone who said, "oh my God! There's something wrong with your cat's leg!" I could buy a Bugaboo. Jezebel has lived in all of my decrepit collegiate apartments, attended Bongfest I & II, rode out to Cali in a UHaul and if she ever published a "tell-all" memoir, Babykaboom, The Sullivan Krewe and all of us here at Griffin Aficionados would have to go into hiding.

I am ultimately grateful that Jezebel has lasted long enough to get to know Griffin, and I NEVER would have guessed they would have such a close relationship. Jez is amazingly tolerant and Griffin looks up to her like a furry older sibling. How beautiful!

Sickopotamus

Griffin has not been feeling well. He came back from our Superbowl weekend trip with a cough and cold and no one has been the same since. Our poor little Potmus has become an angry Snotmonster.

Before I had kids, I was really committed to the "get your kids sick" theory and thought that by exposing my child to a variety of mild germs, I would build up his immune response. Great, in theory. I didn't think about the fact that when your kid is sick, a dark cloud descends over your house and no one is sleeping and there's snot everywhere. After several nights of sleep torture that has been outlawed in most countries, you and your spouse start to turn on each other and things start to get really ugly.

I think we're coming out of the woods.
Little Potamus has been playful and not quite so angry. Jake and I are recovering slowly.