80 Penguins!

We had a great family day at the New England Aquarium along with Megan, Ryan, Johnny, and Kevin (Johnny's grandpa), and what seemed like the rest of the city of Boston under age 5. Highlights were touching a whale vertebrae, all of the penguins of course (Tom named one Bob, and another Obo, based on the colors of their tags, blue-orange-blue, or orange-blue-orange), seeing jellyfish, and Wagamamas for lunch afterward.

10 Teeth!

Yesterday I discovered that Griffin has 2 new teeth popping through his gums. I bravely stuck my index finger into his unpredictable chomper and found what I think are bits of his first pre-molars, one on each side on top. Whoohoo!

Stop, It's Hammer Time!

This morning while Tom was running around the house getting ready to bring Griffin to daycare for his first "Daddy drop off", Griff and I were playing in the living room with his plastic mirror pound-a-ball toy. Typically, Griffin's version of "playing" with this particular toy means that he snags a few of the plastic bahuuulls and claps them together in his hands. Eventually the balls will roll out of reach under the TV stand or sofa, or our cat Penny gets a bad case of the "crazies" and she chases one into the kitchen. On occasion, Griffin will sit and watch the bahuulls travel down the zig-zag shoot if I'm there to tap them in with the mallet. This crazy morning however, he floored Tom and I with his impressive new hammering skills, as he randomly took the mallet and started whacking each ball down the shoot, as if he'd done it a million times before. In my mind Griff, at the ripe age of 11.5 months seems way too young to be able to do this, but there again is the proof of the amazingly rapid development of babies. Back in month 3, Griffin was just discovering that he had hands.. and now he's able to do this:

The two things that surprised me/made me laugh the most were the accuracy and the insane brute baby strength he used to hammer each ball in. Perhaps our baby was a carpenter in a previous life, or he is genetically destined to be mechanically inclined and share a love for home improvement projects like his good ol' Dad. 

Griffin's First Christmas Eve

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Okay, here's what we did (added by Dad April 23 2011):

• Wrapped presents.  And Cats.
• Made chocolate cookies.  Vicki messed up the first round of dough - but it turned out to be awesome as a diaper joke.  "Holy Crap these are good!" etc.  Pretty much the jokes write themselves.
• Went to Tommy and Lindsay Gainer's house to have cocktails and food.  It was delicious.
• Joneses (Andy, Jacqui, and I think both Toby and Harry) were there, as were the Gonzalezes.
• We tried to take a picture of four babies at once.  Not so much luck, believe it or not. 
• Then we went to church at the Gainer's usual church.  No lightening strikes to report.
• Then we went back to the Gainer's for some more good fun, including daddy exercises

Griff went to bed after his usual bed time (8:15 or so, instead of 7:15), but hey, it is (was) Christmas!

Embarassing Parents

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One of the funny things about being a parent is when you.... what's the word?... Forget!  Yes that's it.  Vicki left this one empty for a few days or weeks or months, and now we can't remember what we did to embarrass you, Griff.   Oh well.  -Dad (added April 23, 2011) 

Griffin at 11 Months Old!

Griff turned 11 months old this past weekend. Here are some recent pictures:


Bottle time.


Here's Griffin playing in the kitchen with his duck magnet, or as he would call it, the "duuht".


He is a great snuggler, and he gives the best hugs, especially to Dad.


In the past few days he started using the walker push cart. When he ever so slowly walks around, he reminds me of a little old man.


Stairs... Oh my.

Griffin Eats Seaweed

Griffin chomped down some seaweed rice crackers this morning. How very Asian of him. :)

One Hot Potato

3 not-so-great-firsts happened today (2 for Griffin, 1 for me): Griffin had his first fever courtesy of his germy yet adorable toddler friends from daycare; man, they are just breakin' in the new kid one sickness at a time. Around 11am, I got the infamous call from daycare and had to pick Griffin up early. His temp peaked at about 102.6, and he was a literally hot mess- really lethargic, and super not himself the whole afternoon. He spent a solid hour just laying in my lap watching Baby Einstein DVDs. As much as I don't want him watching TV, it seemed to soothe him to just lay still and relax. Today was very difficult to say the least. My "first" was experiencing the feeling of helplessness combined with worry for my child. It was hard to see my son sick and so uncomfortable. I felt vulnerable, a little lonely, and it made me want to cry... (but I didn't.) I sort of sat back and thought, "Wow, this is totally part of being a Mom.. my kid is going to get sick, and I'm going to have to do the best I can to be there for him.." (speaking of which, I can hear the little guy whimpering in his crib upstairs.. aw.) I'll make this last bit quick: Griffin's other unfortunate first was that he got his first boo boo under my supervision. I was futzing with the DVD player when Griffin got a hold of an open CD case. He pulled the paper insert out and accidentally gave himself a big paper cut down his left leg. Ouch. Not my proudest Mom moment. I felt off my game today. I need to get to bed! Hopefully Griffin will be better in the AM.

I just Peezed

Sneeze + Peed = Peezed
Yep, that just happened. Love being a Mom.

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

I seem to have a thing for parades.. live ones, not so much the ones on TV. I just love them, probably twice as much now that I'm a Mom, and conveniently our town seems to love them too. I'm not sure if it's the cheesy local traditions that draw me in, or if it's just the fact that I'm cheap and appreciate the free live entertainment, but I like planning my schedule around Marblehead town parades. This weekend we stayed in town to enjoy the Marblehead's annual Christmas Walk Weekend, which featured the Abbott Hall Tree Lighting, local shops with fun sidewalk sales, Santa & Mrs. Claus' arrival by Lobster boat, and of course, the Christmas Parade along Washington St. and Atlantic Ave. Although Griff is just turning the corner into his 11th month of life and won't even remotely be able to comprehend or remember this, what a better way to spend a weekend together as a family.

Friday night: Abbot Hall Tree Lighting.
Griff was more interested in the random street vendor selling balloons and glowing/light-up "bauhhhllllss" on sword sticks rather than the actual lighting of the tree. I don't think he was even looking remotely in the right direction when the tree actually lit up.

Saturday: The Christmas Parade.
Griffin was dazed and half asleep in the backpack while the vets, scouts, antique fire truck, North Shore swim team, "Woman of the Year", random town political figures, large group of girls all wearing Uggs, Santa & Mrs. Claus, Buzz Lightyear (the highlight), and some other brown fuzzy Disney character paraded by.

Sunday: Griffin's 1st Picture with Santa.
Donation to Joseph's food pantry, $20. Nice guy from the north pole dressed in a big red suit sitting patiently in the back room of a local stationary shop with a small half Asian baby on his lap giving him the "Stressed eyebrow/I don't know whether to trust you and your big jolly beard", priceless.

Peek A Boob

Tom comes home late on Thursday nights, so I usually try to make myself look slightly more presentable on the days/nights he's home.. aka, I shower, 60% of the time I even find time to shave my legs, and I make it a point to wear my non-Grandma panties. What a lucky man. Well, this particular Friday morning I was feelin' extra saucy.. I thought, oo, let me dig into my bra drawer and break out one of my Victoria Secret bras that I haven't had the pleasure of wearing since sometime in the early days of pregnancy before the girls became these ridiculous milk factories on a one-year lease. I thought it'd be nice to put on a non-nursing bra that wasn't all misshapen from being washed a zillion times or stained from letting down (how lovely). Needless to say, I learned the funny way that none of my old bras fit (yet), as my boobs spent the day trying to escape, hence this blog entry title. At least my mom friends and I had a laugh when we coined the term.

Speaking of Peek-A-Boo.. Griffin is at the age where he actually thinks the silly game of Peek-A-Boo is funny. I've been unsuccessfully trying to crack a smile from him since he was a wee little guy. Now he basically wets himself laughing and thinks I'm the next Margaret Cho whenever I disappear behind the island in our kitchen and then magically reappear.

Misseur Wee Wee vs. Lovie

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Exhibit A: Misseur Wee Wee

Est 1982, my treasured security blanket, originally a grey towel with blue and brown flowers printed on it, has evolved into a tattered but well loved wad of soft fabric protected by a warn orange fleece sleeve. As a toddler, I was addicted to rubbing the corner tag between my fingers, and once that fell off, it became the edges of the blanket that I had to rub on my fingers or mouth. I brought it everywhere (still sorta do), and thinner and thinner he got (yes, he has a gender). When my Mom passed away, I cut 1/5 of it off and rolled it up and put it with her in her casket. About 8(?) years ago, in an attempt to do some damage control to all the shredding, I tied it into knots. During one of my trips to Hawaii, I put my wooden bead bracelet on him, which created the distinction between his "head" from the rest of his "body". In 2005, Tom sewed a soft orange fleece sleeve to help me keep Wee Wee protected, and there were times around then where I attempted to keep him in a zip lock bag in my pillowcase in an effort to kick my finger rubbing habit (that didn't last long). I've slept with it almost every night of my life, except for the summer after sophomore year in college that I spent in Berkeley, CA (I accidentally left it at my old boyfriend parents' house- it fell under the bed as I packed up my bags and flew to Cali for the summer, and I was way too afraid to have it mailed so I went the entire summer without it.) As a child, when asked if someone hypothetically offered me a million dollars in exchange for WeeWee, the answer was "No way!" As an adult, it's the one possession of mine that I, under no circumstance, would be willing to give to Griffin.

Exhibit B: Lovie

Griffin has adopted his version of a "WeeWee". Est 2010, I call it Griffin's "Lovie"; it is a baby blue stuffed dog head attached to a swirly soft blanket, backed with satin, made by Blankets & Beyond. I found it at Marshalls for $6.99 and had the foresight to purchase 2; 1 goes to daycare and gets trashed/washed, while 1 stays home. Griffin absolutely lights up when he sees it, cries in despair when I try to take it away, and he snuggles with it every night. Since his latest transition to daycare, he has become especially attached to it, as Lovie is loyally performing his duties as a true "security blanket". Since Griff's gotten so addicted, I've bought 2 more off Ebay (at 3x the price-oops), and have also scoured every Marshalls and TJ Maxxs within a 20 mile radius. I felt like I won the lottery this past weekend when I found 3 more at the Marshalls in Niskayuna (two identical ones and third a white bear head version). I think I've purchased 7 in total. Some would call that ridiculous, but I call it sheer genius! :) Griffin will love me one day if he tragically loses his beloved Lovie, and I'll be a hero when I magically whip out a new one (or six) for him.

New Levels of Comprehension.

It is amazing to me that 10.5 month old Griffin can demonstrate that he comprehends certain phrases that I say to him. For instance, during meal times Griffin has been a big fan of using his sippy cup. It's a non-fancy plastic Take and Toss brand cup with Griff-sized little handles. When he drinks water from it, I say to him, "hold it up", and he will tilt his head back and enthusiastically hold up his cup as high as he possibly can.

The other phrase he now gets is "arm in.... other arm in". Every time I put a shirt or jacket on him, I'll say "arm in", as I push his arm through his first sleeve, and then "other arm in", for the next. The neat thing is that Griff will often be holding a toy or his Lovie, and he knows to pass it from one hand to the other, so that he can fit his arm through without dropping his precious goods. Sometimes he will even initiate putting his second arm up before I prompt him to. It's so cool how fast these little guys learn, but it's also a sad reminder of just how fast he's growing up.