Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tree
This is the crab apple tree in our front yard. It had a massive infestation of tent caterpillars last fall and I was sure it was dead. Almost no leaves and it just looked bad. Its blooming like crazy now. I went thru and cut most of the dead out, but am amazed at how good it looks now. I kind of was planning on cutting it down this summer because I thought it was dead. Looks like I won't have to do that!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Easter Fun
Mom and Grif making a bunny with his hand.
Thats my bastick!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9... One more to find!
This looks yummy.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Strange Conversations
NICE GRANDPAS HAIR CUT:
Nice G-Pa: Griffin, feel my hair. Its fuzzy.
Griffin: No its not, there is no hair up there.
GOING POTTY:
Grif: Daddy, I used all the toilet paper.
Me: Why, did you poop? (lets just say he still needs help in this area)
Grif: No, I got wee-wee on my hands.
Me: Oh... Did you wash your hands?
Grif: No, I used toilet paper.
Me: Gross, go wash your hands.
PLAYING WITH MONSTER GRANDPA:
Grif: No monsters are down there (the basement).
Monster G-pa: Are you sure?
Grif: No.
Grif: When we were in the fort, did you fart? Cause we heard a fart when we were in the fort.
A PEPSI TRUCK DROVE BY:
Grif: I wonder if that truck is going to Monster Grandpa's house?
TRYING ON CLOTHES:
Me: Grif, your junk is hanging out of your under-roos.
Grif: I know, I like it that way.
Grif: Oh, my shorts are on backwards. The Steeler badge goes in the front.
They were Columbus Crew shorts. Celeste has some 'splainin to do.
LEARNING SPANISH (courtesy of Handy Manny):
Grif: Uno, Dos, Ques, Taco, Cinco, Ocho
4-years of high school Spanish and I'm certainly no expert, but I think he's just about fluent. I'm pretty sure he ordered "16 whats tacos". (1, 2, whats, taco, 5, 8)
MISC:
Me: Grif, is Leyton okay?
Grif: Yeah, he just has his pouty lips on.
Nice G-Pa: Griffin, feel my hair. Its fuzzy.
Griffin: No its not, there is no hair up there.
GOING POTTY:
Grif: Daddy, I used all the toilet paper.
Me: Why, did you poop? (lets just say he still needs help in this area)
Grif: No, I got wee-wee on my hands.
Me: Oh... Did you wash your hands?
Grif: No, I used toilet paper.
Me: Gross, go wash your hands.
PLAYING WITH MONSTER GRANDPA:
Grif: No monsters are down there (the basement).
Monster G-pa: Are you sure?
Grif: No.
Grif: When we were in the fort, did you fart? Cause we heard a fart when we were in the fort.
A PEPSI TRUCK DROVE BY:
Grif: I wonder if that truck is going to Monster Grandpa's house?
TRYING ON CLOTHES:
Me: Grif, your junk is hanging out of your under-roos.
Grif: I know, I like it that way.
Grif: Oh, my shorts are on backwards. The Steeler badge goes in the front.
They were Columbus Crew shorts. Celeste has some 'splainin to do.
LEARNING SPANISH (courtesy of Handy Manny):
Grif: Uno, Dos, Ques, Taco, Cinco, Ocho
4-years of high school Spanish and I'm certainly no expert, but I think he's just about fluent. I'm pretty sure he ordered "16 whats tacos". (1, 2, whats, taco, 5, 8)
MISC:
Me: Grif, is Leyton okay?
Grif: Yeah, he just has his pouty lips on.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Griffin's Perfect Storm
Steph, Nice Grandpa, and I all contributed this, mostly un-beknownst to each other.
Cheetos + Pop Tart + Graham Crackers +Vanilla Ice Cream + The breading from a Corn Dog topped off with a bunch of chocolate milk = VOMIT.
In case anybody was wondering.
Sorry, no pictures.
Cheetos + Pop Tart + Graham Crackers +Vanilla Ice Cream + The breading from a Corn Dog topped off with a bunch of chocolate milk = VOMIT.
In case anybody was wondering.
Sorry, no pictures.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
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