Sunday, December 9, 2012


I was putting Griffin to bed for the second time (more details on that below) and I said, "Good night Griff-man" as I walked away from his crib.  And he said, "I'm not Griff-man, I'm the Griffinator."  I call him Grifinator on many other occasions.  I so so so love our kids.

So here's why we had a little stumble and I had to put Griff to bed a second time:  Today we ate chili (which we home made yesterday -yum!) and then had some indian food at a Christmas party.   So I was lighting a match in the hallway to, ahem..., cover the, ah, odors.   And the match set off the smoke detector, which Griffin got a little scared about.  So I went in to give him a last hug.

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