I'm excited for the change this will bring!
Showing posts with label Griffin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Griffin. Show all posts
Monday, May 07, 2012
A milestone
I'm excited for the change this will bring!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Young love
Griffin came home from school the other day, and announced that he has a girlfriend.
Not only that, but they are in love.
And then he did a little dance in our back entry-way (never making it beyond there before he could blurt out his news,) and skipped around in a circle and sang "I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love!"
Its super cute, and super terrifying, all at the same time. I've done that very same dance, maybe even with the skip, and it's a beautiful thing. I've also done the dance of heartbreak, which is significantly less attractive, and involves far too much alcohol for a 5 year old. I can't bear the thought of him having his little wide-open heart broken, now, or 20 years from now.
Then again, there's no point in living in fear of something that might happen down the road. So for now, we celebrate - life, love, and all other things that make us smile.
Not only that, but they are in love.
And then he did a little dance in our back entry-way (never making it beyond there before he could blurt out his news,) and skipped around in a circle and sang "I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love!"
Its super cute, and super terrifying, all at the same time. I've done that very same dance, maybe even with the skip, and it's a beautiful thing. I've also done the dance of heartbreak, which is significantly less attractive, and involves far too much alcohol for a 5 year old. I can't bear the thought of him having his little wide-open heart broken, now, or 20 years from now.
Then again, there's no point in living in fear of something that might happen down the road. So for now, we celebrate - life, love, and all other things that make us smile.
Sunday, September 04, 2011
A year of G
My baby, who once was this teeny tiny little thing is now five. Five.
As per birthday tradition, I now present you with a year in the life of the G.
September 2010
October 2010
November 2010
December 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011
April 2011
May 2011
June 2011
July 2011
August 2011
As per birthday tradition, I now present you with a year in the life of the G.
September 2010
October 2010
November 2010
December 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011
April 2011
May 2011
June 2011
July 2011
August 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Differences
My children are so remarkably different. Corben is a stop and smell the roses kind of kid. Griffin is contstantly preparing to go into battle and wage war against the bad guys. It's SO. MUCH. FUN. watching these little ones grow!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Beauty...
...and the cutest Beast in town!
(Corben took his first "trip" down the stairs outside this weekend, and landed on his face. And he's STILL smiling!)(Oh, and the hair. I know...he needs a haircut. Badly.)
Friday, February 11, 2011
Move over
The other day, Griffin disappeared. Steve discovered him in the bathroom, sitting on his "throne" He asked him what he was doing.
"Just reading a magazine. Reading about phones."
And he was. A magazine called Connected for Business - articles on the top tablets, 3 things you never knew about your iPhone, and so on. He was reading and doing his business, just like a little man.
He's young, only 4, but I figure in 7 or 8 years he'll be smarter than all of us combined, and ready to take over the world.
Let's face it, some day Steve Jobs is going to croak.
I have his replacement, right here.
"Just reading a magazine. Reading about phones."
And he was. A magazine called Connected for Business - articles on the top tablets, 3 things you never knew about your iPhone, and so on. He was reading and doing his business, just like a little man.
He's young, only 4, but I figure in 7 or 8 years he'll be smarter than all of us combined, and ready to take over the world.
Let's face it, some day Steve Jobs is going to croak.
I have his replacement, right here.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Battle of the Bus
I happened again. The battle of the bus. This morning's incident involved Griffin hurling his umbrella onto the (very busy) road, and bolting it back across the road and down our driveway, back towards the house. He was about 100 meters down our 500 meter driveway before he even looked back to see if I was following him. It was pouring rain, to make it a little more fun.
I can't do this any more. I can't fight with him to get on the bus. I can't pick him up, kicking and screaming, carry him onto the bus, plop him in the front seat, pry his hands off me, and leave him on the bus, racked with sobs.
It's breaking my heart.
The thing is, by the time he gets home, he's nothing but smiles, and tales of a good day. By all accounts (both his and the teacher's) he's doing well. I don't think he loves it, (he says he doesn't have any friends) but he comes home happy, and he's obviously learning.
But every time I mention a school day, it's cause for tears. "I don't want to go to school." And just as often, "I want to go back to preschool."
And then the battle of the bus. (Which, by the way, he only does for me. NOT for his Dad.)
I don't know what the issue is. I've tried to talk to him about it, and if there is anything, he can't articulate it.
Maybe I'm the sucker here, who knows.
Either way, I need to figure this out. I dread Mondays and Wednesdays now, just as much as he does. I've stopped wearing Corben in the Ergo when we walk to the bus, because fighting Griffin onto the bus is hard enough, I don't need a 20 lb infant strapped to my chest to complicate the situation.
Anyone else dealt with anything like this? What was your solution?
(I apologize for this post being pretty poorly written, and less than entertaining. This is really taking a toll on me, and I just need a bit of help!)
I can't do this any more. I can't fight with him to get on the bus. I can't pick him up, kicking and screaming, carry him onto the bus, plop him in the front seat, pry his hands off me, and leave him on the bus, racked with sobs.
It's breaking my heart.
The thing is, by the time he gets home, he's nothing but smiles, and tales of a good day. By all accounts (both his and the teacher's) he's doing well. I don't think he loves it, (he says he doesn't have any friends) but he comes home happy, and he's obviously learning.
But every time I mention a school day, it's cause for tears. "I don't want to go to school." And just as often, "I want to go back to preschool."
And then the battle of the bus. (Which, by the way, he only does for me. NOT for his Dad.)
I don't know what the issue is. I've tried to talk to him about it, and if there is anything, he can't articulate it.
Maybe I'm the sucker here, who knows.
Either way, I need to figure this out. I dread Mondays and Wednesdays now, just as much as he does. I've stopped wearing Corben in the Ergo when we walk to the bus, because fighting Griffin onto the bus is hard enough, I don't need a 20 lb infant strapped to my chest to complicate the situation.
Anyone else dealt with anything like this? What was your solution?
(I apologize for this post being pretty poorly written, and less than entertaining. This is really taking a toll on me, and I just need a bit of help!)
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 08, 2010
Rawr
Griffin has a bit of a thing for dinosaurs. And dragons.
He is ALL about dinosaurs and dragons. Anything he can get his hands on. Shows, games, stickers, figures, lunch boxes, placements, Halloween costumes, you name it, it's got a dinosaur or dragon theme in this house.
He can correctly identify about 30 different species of dinosaurs. Tell you if they're carnivores, herbivores or omnivores. Tell you "how many kids tall they are." This kid knows his dinosaurs.
He also enjoys being a dinosaur. He spends most of the day pretending to be an Oviraptor, Ornithomimus, or his favourite, an Ankylosaurus. He loves to roar at people, preferring it often to talking.
Or apparently, smiling.
Which is how we ended up with a JK school photo that looks like this:
He is ALL about dinosaurs and dragons. Anything he can get his hands on. Shows, games, stickers, figures, lunch boxes, placements, Halloween costumes, you name it, it's got a dinosaur or dragon theme in this house.
He can correctly identify about 30 different species of dinosaurs. Tell you if they're carnivores, herbivores or omnivores. Tell you "how many kids tall they are." This kid knows his dinosaurs.
He also enjoys being a dinosaur. He spends most of the day pretending to be an Oviraptor, Ornithomimus, or his favourite, an Ankylosaurus. He loves to roar at people, preferring it often to talking.
Or apparently, smiling.
Which is how we ended up with a JK school photo that looks like this:
Monday, September 27, 2010
School Days
So I thought that Griffin was in love with school. Now I'm starting to wonder.
It's little things. Like the comment about wanting to go back to Preschool. The fact that he's suddenly been wetting his bed, nearly nightly, for about oh, two weeks.
And then it's big things. Like the MASSIVE fit he pitched this morning as the school bus pulled up. I dragged his kicking and flailing body across the road. Tried to get him on the bus. Failed. It didn't really help that it was a substitute bus driver, that lookeda little bit a lot like a creepy pedophile. He escaped my grasp, and ran across the road back towards the house. The very busy highway road.
Yeah, that one.
So what gives? His regular teacher was away on Friday, and I wonder if that doesn't have something to do with it.
He says he likes school, lord knows he loved preschool. The last thing I want is for the next 14 years to be hell on wheels because he hates going to school.
Help! Got any first timers in the house? How are they handling the transition? Got any tips? What about all you teacher peeps out there? How about some tips from your end!
It's little things. Like the comment about wanting to go back to Preschool. The fact that he's suddenly been wetting his bed, nearly nightly, for about oh, two weeks.
And then it's big things. Like the MASSIVE fit he pitched this morning as the school bus pulled up. I dragged his kicking and flailing body across the road. Tried to get him on the bus. Failed. It didn't really help that it was a substitute bus driver, that looked
Yeah, that one.
So what gives? His regular teacher was away on Friday, and I wonder if that doesn't have something to do with it.
He says he likes school, lord knows he loved preschool. The last thing I want is for the next 14 years to be hell on wheels because he hates going to school.
Help! Got any first timers in the house? How are they handling the transition? Got any tips? What about all you teacher peeps out there? How about some tips from your end!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Year 4 in Photos
My little man turned 4 a few weeks ago, and I have been remiss in posting this annual post. Finally...here it is. Watch the G man (and all his hair!) grow!
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2010
April 2010
May 2010
June 2010
July 2010
August 2010
September 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Big School: check.
"Mommy, is it time to go to big school yet?"
"No, Griffin, it's 6am."
"Oh."
To say that Griffin was excited about his first full day of "Big School" is an understatement. The kid was practically jumping out of his skin with excitement.
By 7:15 we were fed, dressed, and ready to rock.
"I'm going to put my shoes on now and go wait for the bus."
Too bad we still had an hour till the bus came.
When the time came, we FINALLY suited up and headed out to the end of the driveway to wait.
We kept our eyes peeled, and finally spotted it coming down the concession road, headed our way.
Griffin started jumping up and down and waving his arms back and forth.
"I'm over here, school bus! Come and get me!"
I held his hand. It was all I could do to hang onto him as we crossed the road. He climbed up those (huge!) steps like he'd been doing it all his life, and plunked himself in the front seat. I couldn't even see him anymore, he was gone so fast.
"Have a great day, buddy," I called into the depths of the bus, confident that he was still close by, even though I couldn't see him.
"I will Mommy!" he yelled back. There was no doubt in his mind, no fear, no apprehension. This? Was going to be AWESOME.
I hopped in the car to stealthily follow the bus to school.
OK, maybe I wasn't so stealthy.
Whatever.
The school bus dropped him off, and he got off and marched, with the confidence of someone who had done this a million times before, in completely the wrong direction. Luckily, someone grabbed him before he got too far. I then had a small moment of panic when I thought he headed into the big school (the "kinderpack" is in it's own separate building) but he was waiting with the teacher to collect all the other kids as they got off the bus.
After the bell rang and the yard cleared, a parade of tiny learners marched along the sidewalk and towards the kinderpack.
Safe in the knowledge that he was safely headed to his classroom, I whispered a silent goodbye and started the car and pulled away from the school, and drove home trying not to let my tears obstruct my view.
This afternoon, I was the one standing at the end of the driveway, nearly jumping out of MY skin, waiting for the big yellow school bus to appear and bring my baby back to me. The doors opened and there he was, just as I had left him.
"How was your day, bud?"
"It was good, Mom."
"Do you want me to carry your backpack for you?"
"No, it's OK, I've got it."
Yup, you sure do, little buddy. You sure do.
"No, Griffin, it's 6am."
"Oh."
To say that Griffin was excited about his first full day of "Big School" is an understatement. The kid was practically jumping out of his skin with excitement.
By 7:15 we were fed, dressed, and ready to rock.
"I'm going to put my shoes on now and go wait for the bus."
Too bad we still had an hour till the bus came.
When the time came, we FINALLY suited up and headed out to the end of the driveway to wait.
We kept our eyes peeled, and finally spotted it coming down the concession road, headed our way.
Griffin started jumping up and down and waving his arms back and forth."I'm over here, school bus! Come and get me!"
I held his hand. It was all I could do to hang onto him as we crossed the road. He climbed up those (huge!) steps like he'd been doing it all his life, and plunked himself in the front seat. I couldn't even see him anymore, he was gone so fast.
"Have a great day, buddy," I called into the depths of the bus, confident that he was still close by, even though I couldn't see him.
"I will Mommy!" he yelled back. There was no doubt in his mind, no fear, no apprehension. This? Was going to be AWESOME.
I hopped in the car to stealthily follow the bus to school.
OK, maybe I wasn't so stealthy.Whatever.
The school bus dropped him off, and he got off and marched, with the confidence of someone who had done this a million times before, in completely the wrong direction. Luckily, someone grabbed him before he got too far. I then had a small moment of panic when I thought he headed into the big school (the "kinderpack" is in it's own separate building) but he was waiting with the teacher to collect all the other kids as they got off the bus.
After the bell rang and the yard cleared, a parade of tiny learners marched along the sidewalk and towards the kinderpack.
Safe in the knowledge that he was safely headed to his classroom, I whispered a silent goodbye and started the car and pulled away from the school, and drove home trying not to let my tears obstruct my view.This afternoon, I was the one standing at the end of the driveway, nearly jumping out of MY skin, waiting for the big yellow school bus to appear and bring my baby back to me. The doors opened and there he was, just as I had left him.
"How was your day, bud?"
"It was good, Mom."
"Do you want me to carry your backpack for you?"
"No, it's OK, I've got it."
Yup, you sure do, little buddy. You sure do.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Just your average Sunday...
It was a regular Sunday morning, when a routine traffic stop informed us of trouble on the way.
"Dragons" said the blue suit dude, "A whole lot of them."
The fun roundy abouty the tracky ceased immediately, and we started making preparations.
We decided to fortify, it was our only choice. In the end though, while our wall was colourful and pretty, it was a bit shakey, and wasn't likely to hold them off.
Our next best option? Reinforcements. We called 'em.
They came in droves, from toy boxes all over the house, and we ended up with a fairly large army. We decided to concentrate our efforts on the west side...everything nasty around here tends to come from the west.
There were horses and pirates, trusty old Buzz, and even Bo Peep got in on the game, because if there's one thing that females don't do around here, it's shy away from a good fight. (Hell, it might have even been her fault they were coming here in the first place!)
Ever battle needs one dude on steroids to lead the charge.
"Hey Howdy Hey, I'm gonna be in a battle!"
It takes all kinds to win a battle, even the likes of these two: Creep and Creepier, the Dollar Store Dino Duo.
Then this guy showed up...he's what we call a ringer - the guy who tipped the edge from us maybe having a chance at a win, over to we might as well all sit back and let the big guy do all the work.
Except...what the?
Seems someone got hungry while he was waiting for the enemy to show up...
Over on the east side...woah, wait a second, exactly WHAT is happening over here on the east side??!!
Lets keep this family friendly, you crazy pieces of plastic!
In the end, the dragons did show up. But they were less of the hoard we were expecting, and more of a lone ranger.
That's right, dragon. Just one. Two headed and fire breathing, but on his own none the less.
Quickly seeing that he was outnumbered about 47 to one, he quickly remembered that age old adage that his mother taught him:
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
Which is exactly what he did. We all shook hands, decided to be friends, and adjourned to the porch for a tasty snack of blueberries.
Which goes to show, you should never count on stubby legged conductors as a reliable source.
Later in the day, while Griffin rested off battle weary bones in the basement, the unguarded fortress came to an untimely end:
He's cute, but don't let that fool you. This kid eats a mean railroad track!
And that, my friends, is how we spent our Sunday.
You?
"Dragons" said the blue suit dude, "A whole lot of them."The fun roundy abouty the tracky ceased immediately, and we started making preparations.
We decided to fortify, it was our only choice. In the end though, while our wall was colourful and pretty, it was a bit shakey, and wasn't likely to hold them off.
Our next best option? Reinforcements. We called 'em.
They came in droves, from toy boxes all over the house, and we ended up with a fairly large army. We decided to concentrate our efforts on the west side...everything nasty around here tends to come from the west.
There were horses and pirates, trusty old Buzz, and even Bo Peep got in on the game, because if there's one thing that females don't do around here, it's shy away from a good fight. (Hell, it might have even been her fault they were coming here in the first place!)
Ever battle needs one dude on steroids to lead the charge.
"Hey Howdy Hey, I'm gonna be in a battle!"
It takes all kinds to win a battle, even the likes of these two: Creep and Creepier, the Dollar Store Dino Duo.
Then this guy showed up...he's what we call a ringer - the guy who tipped the edge from us maybe having a chance at a win, over to we might as well all sit back and let the big guy do all the work.
Except...what the?
Seems someone got hungry while he was waiting for the enemy to show up...Over on the east side...woah, wait a second, exactly WHAT is happening over here on the east side??!!
Lets keep this family friendly, you crazy pieces of plastic!In the end, the dragons did show up. But they were less of the hoard we were expecting, and more of a lone ranger.
That's right, dragon. Just one. Two headed and fire breathing, but on his own none the less.
Quickly seeing that he was outnumbered about 47 to one, he quickly remembered that age old adage that his mother taught him:
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
Which is exactly what he did. We all shook hands, decided to be friends, and adjourned to the porch for a tasty snack of blueberries.
Which goes to show, you should never count on stubby legged conductors as a reliable source.
Later in the day, while Griffin rested off battle weary bones in the basement, the unguarded fortress came to an untimely end:
He's cute, but don't let that fool you. This kid eats a mean railroad track!
And that, my friends, is how we spent our Sunday.You?
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