“I want you not be a jerk!” — Griffin to daddy during a game this morning
Category Archives: Griffin
The Inevitable
It had to happen sometime. We’ve got a very, very curious child, and despite his energy and zeal for life, we’ve made it nearly three years with few…er…bodily mishaps. But yesterday went a little something like this:
Sarah: “It’s time to go to ECFE, Griffin. Let’s clean up and head upstairs to put our shoes on.”
Griffin: “Nooooooo! I want to play blocks!”
S: “I know you want to play blocks, and we can play them later, but now it’s time to go to school.”
G: “NOOOOOOO!” <insert crying tantrum here>
S: “Okay. Well, it sounds like you’re pretty upset about not playing blocks, so I’m going to head upstairs and get ready. You come up when you’re done.”
<crying and wailing ensues for about three minutes>
G: <coming up the stairs> “Mama. I’m done. I put a penny in my mouth.”
S: “Oh? Well, that’s not something we put in our mouths. Time to take it out.”
G: “I can’t. It’s not there.”
S: “Did you spit it out?”
G: “No. Look. Mama take it out!”
S: “Well, if you didn’t spit it out, and it’s not there, you probably swallowed it. Did you swallow it down your throat?”
G: “Yes. Mama take it out!”
S: “Does your throat or tummy hurt?”
G: “No. Where is my penny?”
S: “Well, it’s in your body now, so it will probably come out in your poop.”
G: <excitedly> “I want to poop it out RIGHT NOW!!!”
After trolling the internet, a call to the pediatrician, and support from parents at ECFE, it was decided that we would just have to wait to see if it came out on its own. I do have to admit, though, that being under the spell of pregnancy hormone-induced anxiety, I let some of the internet findings of coins being lodged in the esophagus one way and then being dislodged and killing a child, or coins causing ulcers, or any of the numerous “my child needed surgery” testimonials get to me. I checked on him multiple times during his nap, reminding me of nap times postpartum when I would nervously check to make sure he was still breathing.
But predictably, he survived both nap time AND the night, and this morning from the bathroom I heard:
“Mama!! MY PENNY IS IN MY POOP!!!”
Whew.
When I Older
At the pool, after witnessing a girl about Griffin’s age jumping off the side into her mom’s arms, I asked Griffin if he’d like to try it. His reply?
“I not like that very much. I be afraid. But when I older, I be happy to try it!”
Winter Carnival 2012
Spent the morning at the winter carnival in downtown Saint Paul. It was a good day for it: chilly, but sunny with little wind. In addition to a lot of amazing ice sculptures (and the chance to watch the artists at work), there was a high-tech angle too: a robotic snowplow race! Fresh donuts and hot chocolate were welcome too.
Forgot to bring the good camera, so these are from the iPhone.
The Princesses and the Potty
It looks fairly innocent, but this bit of pink plastic had us stumped for a week. For those of you who don’t immediately recognize it, it is a potty hook: a place to hang the kid-sized potty seat when it’s not in use. As usual with most kids’ stuff, they only come in insanely gendered versions—I can’t remember if Griffin chose this because of the hot pink, one of his favorite colors, or if the boy stuff was out of stock that day.
Last week, in the interest of science, Griffin and his good friend Zoe sent these princesses on a nautical expedition to explore the ever-fascinating sewers beneath the toilet. Alas, like Shackleton in Antarctica, the Pink Potty Hook did not make it very far. It is the perfect size for vanishing down the mysterious potty hole, but not nimble enough to traverse the narrow, treacherous bends beyond. At this point the stymied (but gleeful) young scientists turned the experiment over to their elders.
How to rescue the princesses and, hopefully, return the potty to functionality? It was a surprisingly daunting challenge. Unlike an average blockage, this shipwreck resisted the plunger and was beyond the reach of simple grasping gadgets (or even fingers… yes, we tried). More advanced tools, such as wire clothes hangers, were equally impotent.
After a week of failed attempts, we determined that nothing less than a radical solution would succeed. We shut the water off, drained the tank and bowl, and removed the entire commode. Even then we could neither see nor reach the wreck from either direction. Grandpa Jeff, our toiletless houseguest, suggested the winning strategy: a length of plastic hose. From beneath it was flexible enough to snake up the passage but stiff enough to push the Pink Potty Hook back out.
In total, this adventure cost us a mere $11 (replacement wax seal and floor bolts), far less than a plumber’s fee. Moreover, we learned that toilets have more bark than bite—they are not nearly as intimidating as they seem. As an added bonus, the usually dubious territories behind and beneath the toilet are immaculately clean.
The three princesses (captain, first mate, and bosun?) happily survived the soggy ordeal, necks still coyly bent and coiffures unsullied.
Demolition
Building is fun. Destroying is better.
Best message of the New Year
Griffin called and left me this voicemail message on Thursday. It’s just a simple message about going to the park, but shows how much his language has developed recently. I’ve been listening to it over and over, so I decided to figure out how to transfer it from my phone to a permanent audio file to share. Click on the MP3 link below to hear it.
Transcript:
Hi! Hi Daddy, I’m riding my bike to Mattocks park and then ride back home and then all the way over there. See you later. Bye bye.
Geek details: Weirdly difficult to transfer a voicemail message to your computer from an iPhone. I just assumed there would be a “forward” button where I could email it to myself, but no. You can access the file directly if you jailbreak your phone, but otherwise you have to use an audio cable and record it into your computer. I used Audacity to record the file, clipped dead air off the ends and then exported as an MP3.
Future Baker
Griffin shows us his kneading skills and the secret ingredient for a perfect pizza crust!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45LI5F6-qwY&feature=youtube_gdata_playerJingle Bells
Griffn’s musical stylings, Christmas edition.
Big Kid Bed
We’ve been talking for a few weeks now with Griffin about moving to a big kid bed (partly in preparation for the baby in April). First we introduced the big kid comforter and pillow a couple of weeks ago, and yesterday Grandpa Jeff came up to build Griffin his first ever big kid loft bed. Griffin didn’t quite know what to expect other than that Grandpa Jeff was going to build him a new bed, and we think the results exceeded his expectations; when he was on the phone with Grandma Pam last night, he told her that “Grandpa built me my own new house, Grandma!” This morning after his shower, he excitedly went back into his room, “to look at my special new bed” and exclaimed, “Oh, it’s GREAT!”
We think he likes it.
Griffin’s room before.
Grandpa measures for the railing.
Griffin gets in on the action.
He loves the new perspective!
Griffin and Mama lay down the carpet.
Griffin demonstrates the proper ladder technique.
Tired and happy family!
Grandpa and Griffin say goodnight.
Griffin’s brand new loft bed!