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!

Who am I?

Griffin working on his Angus Young Duck Walk

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.

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.

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.

Griffin Does Tricks

Naked tub handstands.  He's awesome.

Griffin's Whacky

Me:  Grif, go put on your shirt and pants.


This is what I got:

The Many Faces of Leyton

I hate standing!  I want back on the floor, but don't know how!

What?  I should try it?

Maybe this isn't so bad...

But I don't want you to know you were right.

I love standing!

Leyton Giggling

Leyton is leaning side to side trying to see mommy around Griffin's grande cabeza.

People

Steph has been bugging me to post this for a while now.  This was one of her Christmas presents this past year.  She has a framed version on the shelf.  :)

Anyhow, here is the story.  When we first started dating, Steph said I looked like, "that guy from the pizza shop show."  That guy is Ryan Reynolds.  I was in much better shape, and he was in nowhere near the shape he is in now, at the time.  Anyhow, he was sexiest man alive last year, so I donned my photo-shopping hat and went to work.  Merry Christmas Steph!

Did I mention she sleeps with the framed copy?

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.