With Age Comes Wisdom

First time parents are overly protective with some things and too relaxed on other things. When Little Brian was a baby we were not good about brushing his teeth, or adhering to a strict bedtime. Eventually we came to our senses and put the child to bed at 8pm each night and never miss a brushing. All of the boys are trained in proper dental hygiene. On occasion even Lincoln takes charge!As a new parent it would NEVER be acceptable to share sippy cups, pacifiers require sterilization EVERY time they fall, NO sick person is permitted within a 2 mile radius! With two small boys in the same house, ALL bets are off.

Each child has his own toothbrush, but when Lincoln uses his toothbrush on Griffin's teeth, what do you do? Two words, Take Pictures! Yes, first time parents rush to the rescue of every scrape, bump, and cry. Seasoned parents get out the camera and capture every angry and pathetic cry for future viewing pleasure.
It would seem that this decreased hyper vigilance comes from apathy. This may in fact be the case, I am not going to lie! However, it also comes from a realization that within two minutes of the "traumatic ordeal" that same child will be smiling and laughing. No matter how well you try to sterilize things and segregate yourself from society, there will still be illnesses. Yes, even if you battle the toothbrush war and apprehend the offending toothbrush before "damage" is done, the germ exchange is just one sippy cup away. Often it is better to just sit back and relax. Suddenly a shocking discovery is made, everything was going to be fine without your help.

I leave you with pearls of wisdom from Little Brian.

I went to brush Brian's teeth this evening and he said, "Mom did you know there is a bone at the bottom of your mouth?" I told him yes and it is called the Mandible. He told me, "Yeah I knew that." I was curious so I asked, "Wow, who taught you that?" His response, "My brain told me that." "Oh I see," I replied.

We finished brushing his teeth and he asked casually, "What was the name of that bone again?"

Nothing says I love you like a Pee River!

I feel it is only right and fitting that I post a picture of the Griffinator in his new do. As you all played a special part in getting the boy what he rightfully deserved! :)

So he fell asleep on the way to the Snip-Its for his haircut. He had been having a very successful day of potty training and was in underroos at the time. I got the perfect parking spot and was able to sit in the car while Brian "embraced baldness" and then we traded spots and I went in and got Lincoln's hair trimmed up.

Well Mr. Griffin had peed his pants while slumbering in his car seat. I brought something to protect their seat during his haircut. The girl was amazing and understanding (Was it my day or what!).

He stayed half asleep through the entire cut his head would just bobble back and forth as his eyes roll around sleepily. The haircut was complete and Griff was finally awake. I finish paying and start gathering the boys, WELL, Griffin started peeing, and peeing. There was a small lake! This baby was huge! The hairstylist knew us from last time, thank goodness I tip well! She didn't even let me clean it up, "oh we'll just mop it up don't worry". Oh yes, Good Times!!

Rain Drops are Falling on My Head

Brian needed no blog support to receive a haircut. He was his own personal haircut advocate. No one could convince him that there is anything cooler in the world than the least amount of hair possible. The girl cut his hair and then showed him in the mirror, his face light up like Christmas morning. He hopped in the car and said, "When you slide your hand up the back of my head it feels like rain! I knew it, I knew this was an awesome haircut!"

I tried to get a few pictures to reflect the stark change in hairstyle. He was just too pleased with himself. A plain smile was absolutely out of the question! He asked, " Will my hair grow even a little bit before school tomorrow?" I assured him it would look the same, and was he ever thrilled.Last night we were out on the trampoline and I yelled for him to come out to play. He played a few minutes and said, "Mom, now that I am bald, I need to go back in the house because my head will get too cold." Omniscient as I am, I quickly informed him a beanie would do the trick.

As you can imagine...many ideas are circulating in this kids brain. He can't help but express himself. We washed his hair tonight and he was quite pleased with how little shampoo it required, it was so easy to rinse, and it dries in a flash. He informed me, "Dad's have the most hair. I said I think I probably have the most hair. He said, but dad's have the most hair on their whole bodies! If you have seen manly arm and leg hair, then you would know the kid is probably right!

Kicking and Screaming

First, I would like to thank everyone for their excellent support on my last post!!! This will be the last great picture taken with Griffey Long Stockings! It was great to get so much response, fuels my hopes of readership! :) Without Further Ado...

I wanted to get a picture of the boys so I set out on a shopping extravaganza.

• Vests: Children's Place, Charcoal, Chocolate, Grey

I love vests, Dad doesn't , I win :)

• Shirts: Perfect shirts at Gymboree, Big Boys khaki stripe, Lincoln Check
• Pants: Dark brown cargos, lovingly purchased for all three at Gap,
• Shout out to Gap! Oh so great Cargos!

Much to my husbands delight I found matching clothes in our closet! A tie and pants in the perfect khaki and a dress with both brown tones and a hint of Girlie Charm! Viola! Family Picture!

Our last professional family picture was 3 years ago. Yet, it was an ordeal to convince THE MAN of the gravity of the situation. Seriously! The dad mumbled and grumbled, played dead on the floor, invented a disease, spilled kool-aid on his shirt, and every other attempt at avoiding the adventure. I told him, these were my words, "What if one of us was injured severely or died and we never took a family picture?" I have a real fear of this. When I was 8 months pregnant the insurance guy scared me into doing a will and buying life insurance... he even warned me against going on my vacation without it.

After all of the dust settled, pictures purchased, little people chased out the door, I looked down and realized, Holy Crap, I forgot to wear a bra!!!

Into Each Life

Into each life a little haircut must fall...

Poor Mr. Griffin. He has such beautiful Pantene hair. His dad likes his surfer hair and never wants it to be trimmed. This topic has become somewhat controversial. In this politically charged atmosphere do I dare broach the subject? What to do, what to do? This child has so much hair he can't see, it is true! Yesterday his dad said, "he has been double blinking lately"...Hello! My omniscient reply, "it is the long hair in his eyes!" I must admit that may or may not be the true cause of the blinking, yet for me to seem truly inspired, it must be the hair!

And so I say, Vote ye, Vote ye, Doth the boy need a Hair Cut?

One of my brothers said, "Trim the mullet in back." I laughed inside, as this was the first I had considered that he may in fact look like he has a mullet in back. Great! :) So fine friends, what do you say?

I cast one vote, Off with his Hair!

He really is such a cute boy, even if he does need his hair cut!

Rock the Vote

"Pick" Brian III for President

The Dragon that Breathes Like Fire

Okay so every so often they rename the Children's Version of Voting for the President

Rock the Vote, Kids Choice, Kids pick the President is this years Version.

What I want to know is, can anyone remember any other clever slogans used for this process.

I may not be the only one amused by this next story. Brian came in from school today with a paper packet about both presidential candidates. He told me, "I picked the President today!" I asked, who did you pick? His response was "I picked this guy!" as he pointed to Barack Obama. I was curious what lead him to his choice, so I probed a little further. He told me he liked his face. I said what is it about his face that you like. "His smile and his Hair. That is the kind of hair that I want, It is barely bald, but it is just short." He said we have the same color hair too. Brian is obsessed with wanting to be bald. I asked if he thinks John McCain is a little bit bald and he said no he just has grey hair. I am incredibly impressed at how he rattles off their full names each time. I don't even know if I can say, Barack Obama and John McCain as impressively as this 6 year old. And I like the name of Barack Obama, was his final explanation for the vote he cast.

He also told me, " And we should have a daughter, and name her Miss Princey or Miss Princess. I asked if he has any other great ideas, and he said no. But when Griffin is 5 or 6 we should have another boy, so Griffin can change all of the diapers.

He told me that his friend Wesley didn't vote for Barack Obama. I asked him why, and he said he just didn't. "You get to choose, and you can change your mind. I am out of ideas, if I get some food then I will get some more ideas. When I have food that is when I get my best ideas."

I asked him if I should tell everyone to get out and vote. He said yes. Who should I tell them to vote for. He said, "Tell them to vote for Brian or Griffin, because those are the 2 best boys!

There you have it. Two excellent Write in Candidates!!! Rock the Vote Y'all!

This is Brian Daw III, The Dragon that Breathes like Fire and I approved this message!

Paid for by Brian-Griffin Victory 2008

Masters of Mayhem

Don't let their innocent looks deceive you, these two are the Masters of Mayhem!
It still amazes me how messy one person can get!

Paper towels all over the floor. Why not Right?




Yes, Mommy's Little Monkey's.

So Sweet, Yet so Synyster...




Whether casually eating Pizza. . .



Or Spreading Cereal all over the Floor.


Griffin has always been a prodigy in the "ART" of Rice Krispy scattering.

Of course, Griffin is always eager to share his knowledge with the youngest apprentice.

Luckily for me these Boys know how to turn on the charm! After all, who can be mad at these brilliant baby blues?



Smile and Wave Boys,

Smile and Wave!