Gryffindor

Sometimes people ask me if we named Griffin after a fraternity group of sorts on Harry Potter. My general reply is, "I wish I would have thought of that." Yes, occasionally we refer to our second child as Gryffindor, but way less now than we did when he was a baby. That little Griff is growing up. I ask him constantly if he will always be my baby and he says he will always be my big boy instead. I guess that will have to work. It is killing him that Benson recently turned five and is so much older than him. A few days he weighed himself (a very very common occurence around here). I told him he was so big after his report of 31 pounds. His next question, "Does that mean I am four now?" Haha. Sweet boy.

Griffin loves to be in charge. He wants so badly to choose who gets to say the prayer (too bad kid, that is dad's job) and he is not a huge fan of me telling him what to do. We can have some pretty awesome power struggles around here, so I have to constantly remind myself of how to parent him. He is a lot of work, but so worth it. I love this second child of mine and I love watching him grow up, kind of. Actually I kind of hate it.

Here are a few recent pictures of Gryffindor:

Falling asleep at the family reunion at Bear Lake. Sitting up. In the middle of the day. After finishing a pudding cup (note the stache). I love this kid's hair. Brown with blonde all around the edges. He has natural highlights, just like his dad.

I am loving that he recently learned to smile semi-normal for a picture. Here we are at the OWLZ game. I love watching him sit there dipping his fries in ketchup.

Griffin is a little accident prone. This has been the worst injury at our house to date. Benson may or may have not scooched Griffin off the golf cart, while it was moving. Griff may or may not have landed on the cement, on his head. No, I was not there (Keith takes the boys golfing all the time, this was not their first "incident"). He had three quarter sized injuries on his head. It was terrifying to say the least, but he is all better now.

Griffin mentions "the farm" or "the dinosaur museum" in every prayer. No one loves a good adventure more than this boy. He recently has had his first experiences with feeling left out. Benson was invited on a campout with the neighbors that Griffin was too little to go on and Benson got a birthday invite that Griffin didn't. It broke his heart (and mine). We cried tears together and tried to enjoy our time alone together. I love having him alone (well Leo is still there).

Oh Keith Jr. You melt me.

I am grateful you aren't four. . .yet.