Griff loves to clown around...ESPECIALLY when he has an audience. Believe me this is nothing new, but we have a few examples from the past few days:
I just thought this was a cute pic...he was pretending in the bath earlier this week that he was eating "snack" (a washcloth folded up into one of his stacking cups) and drinking "mulk" (his word for his favorite thing in the world: milk!). Here he is drinking a big glass of his MULK.
And here is our little guy displaying his 100% boyishness by checking out an ant on the floor (brought in, I might add, by his penchant for chucking pieces of food on the floor when he feels he is finished that get stuck under the chair cover of his chair). He followed the ant for quite some time (Mom! Bug! Bug!).
And here he is deciding that his shorts were more appropriate on his head.
After he got them on his head, he proclaimed he was wearing a "hat." Then, he tried to put his arms through the leg holes and was frustrated when his attempt didn't work..."oh, NO...no shirt".
And, with some help from Gpa Tom and Gma Kris, we had a garage sale this weekend...where Griff found Daddy's old trumpet. Here he is attempting to belt out some tunes.
Wrong end!
I just thought this was a cute pic...he was pretending in the bath earlier this week that he was eating "snack" (a washcloth folded up into one of his stacking cups) and drinking "mulk" (his word for his favorite thing in the world: milk!). Here he is drinking a big glass of his MULK.
And here is our little guy displaying his 100% boyishness by checking out an ant on the floor (brought in, I might add, by his penchant for chucking pieces of food on the floor when he feels he is finished that get stuck under the chair cover of his chair). He followed the ant for quite some time (Mom! Bug! Bug!).
And here he is deciding that his shorts were more appropriate on his head.
After he got them on his head, he proclaimed he was wearing a "hat." Then, he tried to put his arms through the leg holes and was frustrated when his attempt didn't work..."oh, NO...no shirt".
And, with some help from Gpa Tom and Gma Kris, we had a garage sale this weekend...where Griff found Daddy's old trumpet. Here he is attempting to belt out some tunes.
Wrong end!
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