Since Griffin doesn't have any of his own hair or teeth, he has taken to exploring everyone else's face with sticky and insistent fingers. This has mixed results. Ask Ryder. Monday's Saints game proved upsetting for Griffin and his buddy's ringlets were too tempting to pass up.
My face is breaking out like a seventh grader's because I am always being grabbed, pulled, poked or my nose is being angrily gummed. Griffin has no sense of boundaries- if he's not biting my nose, he's cramming his thumb up my nostril or trying to pull out my tongue. It's the Spanish Inquisition ten times a day! I think G's been kind of a jerk lately because he's frustrated he can't do anything cool. He's pissed off he can't walk and doesn't have any teeth. If he could just run around the yard and eat a taco, he'd be thrilled!
It's tough being nine-and-a-half months, bald and toothless. Griffin's enthusiasm far exceeds his skills when it comes to mobility. I'm sure he'll be scampering about in another month or two, but that might as well be 100 years from now for someone with no sense of time and places to go and cats to harass.
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