Griffin’s third tooth broke through on Wednesday, and it has been a tough couple of days for him. (Oddly enough, it was his right lower lateral incisor, which doesn’t “typically” arrive for another eight months.) This evening the pain was obviously excruciating, leading to his worst meltdown in a very long time. I took this picture a few minutes before he really lost it.
As you know if you’ve been paying attention, Griffin’s first roll was on July 27. Since then he hasn’t repeated the trick… until today. During a long period of “tummy time”, Griffin repeatedly rolled from front to back. (Never the reverse, yet.) It’s certainly not easy, but he’s got the basic motions down. Sarah managed to catch one of them on film (or digital tape anyway):
We had a successful visit to the doctor today. Griffin was not exactly thrilled about his shots, but he got over them pretty quickly. Here are his current stats with percentiles:
But more important than the numbers: Griffin is healthy and happy. Yay.
This weekend we joined some friends in the Sierras for a wonderful car-camping trip. We hiked the Pacific Crest Trail, swam in the reservoir, and introduced Griffin to the joys of sleeping in a tent. He was a natural—falling asleep by the fire and then sleeping soundly through the night despite the cold. Click on either image below to see the full photo album.
Griffin and I went to Noah’s Bagels today to purchase bagels for our camping trip. Little did we know that we would stumble upon a wormhole to a parallel universe. A universe much like ours, except stuck in the 1950s. And their agents were buying bagels.
Griffin rarely cries during diaper changes—he giggles and smiles and generally seems pleased-as-punch to get his fresh, dry diaper. It was, therefore, surprising that he started crying this morning right after I fastened on a new one. Continue reading The Affair of the Diaper (A Mystery)
Yoni and Laura joined us for a trip into SF today to visit the new California Academy of Sciences building in Golden Gate Park. Griffin slept through most of it, but awoke in the aquarium and loved all the colorful fish. It was the first time he has engaged at all with any museum exhibits.
Perhaps the magical ticklish spots are not so magical after all. We haven’t gotten the same reaction again.
Griffin has always been a bit ticklish, like he will grin if we run our fingers over his stomach during a diaper change, but it has never been extreme. Tonight, however, Sarah discovered his real ticklish spots: at the edges of his neck and shoulders! He was laughing like we’ve never heard.
This morning Griffin managed his first unassisted roll from front to back. He has made it onto his side before, and has made it with some help, but this time he was on his tummy in the middle of Grandma and Grandpa Stocco’s bed and managed to flip onto his back with no parental (or grandparental) guidance! Tummy time, for Griffin, often sounds a bit like torture. He grunts and groans, huffs and puffs, turns red in the face, but hasn’t had the coordination or muscle-strength to crawl or roll. At this point he can’t repeat the feat reliably, but with a bit more practice he’ll be falling off the furniture in no time.