This Little Piggy

Needless to say, Son of Jake T. Pig is an excellent oinker. Neither of us can oink this way, Griffin just picked it up from watching the ever-dwindling number of pigs at Ryder's house. One of the aspects of toddler-hood that I really enjoy is watching Griffin pick up skills we didn't teach him. Especially skills he learns directly from pigs.

NEWS FLASH: Guess who successfully peed in the potty? No, not Jake, he's pretty good at it these days. It was Griffin!

This morning Griffin had his first actual pee IN the potty as opposed to NEAR the potty or ON the rug. We're trying to introduce the potty, without introducing stress, guilt or shame, in the hopes that he will eventually pick it up sometime between now and kindergarten. Right now the whole potty thing is very casual. For the first few weeks, the potty was a novelty and Griffin preferred to sit on the potty, while watching TV and getting to know his johnson. When he tired of this activity, he would run into his room and pee on the futon. What a fratboy!



Here is Griffin doing his happy little dance with the toy Uncle Patrick scoured the Bay Area searching for. Those of you who were, or had, 70s babies will remember the pull-the-string toy that went, "The cow says, 'Mooooo'....." Apparently none of the schmancy Bay Area toy stores would lower their standards to carry "mooo-ing" hunks of plastic and were happy to tell Patrick to shove off. I'm of the mindset that you should work at an indie-rock CD store if you want to have that attitude, but thankfully Pat found a Target in El Cerrito that carried the moo-er. Griffin calls it "Farmer" and it is his new favorite toy. I say to the chi-chi boutiques "Moo You!"