It's no secret that Griffin Pucci is a hambone. He loves to be the center of attention, and loves to entertain. I just wanted to document some of his phrases and outbursts lately that have just CRACKED us up....because, again, I don't want to forget a single story.
At school, they built a fort with some chairs and their parachute. One of his classmates, a little girl named Charlie, went inside the "fort" and was hiding, and wouldn't come out. We all kept asking "oh no where's Charlie?" Griff looked around...put his hands on his cheeks and exclaimed (much to the chagrin of Charlie's mommy): "OH NO! Charlie is DEAD!" That, or hiding, G. Hopefully the latter.
Today, I put a new pair of gray khakis on Griffin (having to get new stuff all of the time...that's right this guy is also plowing through clothing sizes like his little brother -- we are in 4T and 5T now...yikes!). We just happened to be in front of my floor mirror when doing so. I put on a matching shirt and said he was good to go. Griff pauses...looks in the mirror...does a quick turn to check out the backside...does another little turn to check out the other side, turns to me and says, "Yeah...hmmm...I weally look GOOD!" Yep, Griff. You look GOOD!
Today, Griffin was gone. Instead, we had Mr. Dump Truck, Mr. Bulldozer, or Mr. Concree Mixa. This morning he informed Ashley, "let's play trucks. You be a Dump Truck, and I will be a CONCREE MIXA!!" And then, at naptime, he requested that she say "Goodnight Mr. Bulldozer" before he went down. And tonight, after an "oil change" in the potty he looked up at me and said, "Yep, all done Mr. Dump Truck."
"WHAT'S THAT?" We hear this 24/7. And I am amazed at how inquisitive he is. He wants to know what everything is, and when told, he repeats what it all is. He is a sponge. I love seeing him soak in the world and try to learn as much as he can.
He and I were looking at pictures on the iPad with Duncan the other day to distract our littlest man from his teething pain. Griff happened upon some pics that he took of himself (he does this frequently...most of the time I am quite surprised when I check out the photo roll and I have to delete quite a few). Anyway, he somehow figured out how to use one of the apps and gave himself two heads. He checked it out, turned to me with the cutest face of surprise, and said "What Da HECK?" Really Griff? What the heck? Guess it's better than the alternative....
He is into holding his own "wee" (this is what we call it) when he potties now. Very independent. Except his aim leaves much to be desired. So I am told the other day, when holding his own wee while pottying with Ashley, he accidentally aimed UP and got some potty on his face...to which he exclaimed, "OH NO, ma wee!" He told me later when I asked him about it that, "yeah mommy, ma weee! It got cwazy!"
This weekend Duncan was ready for bed at about 6:30. And so I scooped him up and told Griffin he was going to bed and asked if he wanted to tell Duncan goodnight (he does this every night, and gives him a goodnight kiss). He leaned down to give him a kiss, and after I scooped Dunc up he said, "wait, mommy, no! I need to give him one moe kiss!" Brotherly love.
Griff still prefers to poop in his pullup. We still try to think of ideas, including bribery - no shame there. He and I were at Target Sunday. We purchased a backhoe, and I told him that he could open it and play with it when he pooped on the potty. When we went to check out, he handed it to the cashier. She smiled and said, "is this for you little guy?" He replied dejectedly, "no, not now. Only if I go POOP in da potty. Then I get that backhoe."
I could go on. And I will. But for another post, as this one is getting long. :)
| Found this on my iPhone. Kind of creepy, don't know how he managed this one! |
| iPad super close up! |
| Griff in his model outfit...looking "weally" good! |
| One of my favorite finds. :) |
