Leyton

Some pictures of Leyton playing on the floor.  Won't be long until he's fully mobile.  He is already army/monkey crawling around and has pulled himself up to standing unassisted.  Soon he'll be into everything.

Mr. L

I pity the fool that tries to give me more peas!

Paint Club

Rules of Paint Club:
1.  Don't paint yourself.
2.  Don't paint Daddy.
3. You don't get paint on your roller.  Daddy does it for you.
4. Don't paint anything but the door.
5.  No painting the glass.
6.  We can get paint on the tape, but we try not too.
7.  Don't paint where Daddy already painted.

Dad's shirt.  Check.  Bags on my shoes. Check.  Stylin.  Check. 

Grif was less than enthused about his painting outfit.

He's a great helper though and did an outstanding job following the rules.  Just a little paint on his neck and in his hair.

Grif:  Dad, we are doing a great job.

Nightgown

Grif: Why did Monster Grandma leave her sleep sack?

Candy Land

Monster Grandpa visited again this weekend.  I think Grif must have done a number on him during his last visit.  Although there was still plenty of chasing and yelling, and general wildness, there was also some calmer play.  They played candy land and watched weekend morning cartoons (watching weekend cartoons with my grandfather is one of my fonder childhood memories)

Overheard during Candy Land:
Steph: Tell grandpa that sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.
Grif: Sometimes you lose grandpa and sometimes I win. 

Monster Grandpa: I came this close to winning, I almost beat you.
Grif: Yeah, but you didn't.  You lost.
(I think he gets his competitiveness from his father).


Here they are watching cartoons:

Grif loves to take pictures and Grandpa is a willing subject:

2011 The Eruption of Mount St. Leyton

So hungry he's eating mom's sweatshirt

Leyton hasn't been sleeping very well this past week.  (he's been sleeping thru the night since he was three months old).  When you have a baby, you plan on sleepless nights for a while, but once they've been sleeping thru the night for a couple of months on a regular basis, its really tough to go back.  MAKE ME HULK-OUT AND WANT SMASH THINGS!  ARGHHH!

Anyhow, Steph took him to the doc on Friday and he has an ear infection.  So, the doc gave him an antibiotic which proceeded to give him explosive diarrhea.  I'm talking explosive.  We may need to get the Guinness people over here, cause I think we have a record.  Armpits and toes covered at the same time from a single incident.  He hasn't had much of anything to eat for over nearly 36 hours.  Twice during that timeframe, we've thought he was done and given him a little rice cereal.  Both times it resulted in another eruption.

I'm recalling the first law of thermodynamics from engineering school:

Energy can be transformed from one form to another, but cannot be created or destroyed.


Leyton is testing that theory, because, I don't see how it is possible for two baby spoons of rice cereal to turn into the seething, frothing mass that had him covered from head to toe last night without some kind of creationary intervention.

"In this house we obey the LAWS OF THERMODYNAMICS!" - Homer J Simpson

We called the on call doc line Saturday and have taken him off the antibiotic.  Back to the doc this afternoon for something else.  And maybe a side of immodium....

Ds Visit

This Friday, our friends (well, 4 of the 5) from Germany came to town.  They've been in town for a couple of  months for the birth of baby boy Davin (their third child, Dalton is 3 and Dylan is 2).  The boys have a blast running around and being crazy.

Grif and Dalton were searching for treasure in the jeep.  There is a big sticker on the bed indicating that you shouldn't ride back there.  Grif was riding in the back while Dalton was driving and went flying out when he took off.  He was less than pleased.  It doesn't help that Dalton needs some driving lessons.  He crashed into the big pine tree and couldn't figure out how to take his foot off the pedal, so he kept going farther into the tree.  He was leaning back and twisting away in the seat, but kept going farther and farther into the tree.  It was hilarious.

Dalton  Dylan is a trip too.  He wants dessert.  Dirt pudding!  Yum.