Gingerbread House

It seems we got infected with the stomach bug that has been going around. I got it anyway and was sick most of Saturday. The boys seem fine so far, although, Griffin has been on an eating strike for the past few days. But at least he is not throwing up, so I can't complain.

Today Griffin and I put together a gingerbread house. He had fun with it. It was pretty easy except the icing was super stiff. That worked well to put together big pieces, but it was hard to work with for outlining windows and doors. We actually got more candy on the house than in Griffin's tummy so I thought that was a good sign. He was doing so well that I took the boys to the local coffee shop to have lunch with a friend. That is when things fell apart. He refused to eat, but he just complained the entire time about wanting a snack (read: scone or cupcake) or a drink. I just held my ground, but ended up carrying both boys out one under each arm. Then I put him down for his nap. He took a short one and woke up in a royally pissed-off mood. That lead to screaming that then woke up his younger brother. I was ready to kill him.

The one funny thing that he did today was an almost "spoken-word" dramatic interpretation of Frosty the Snowman. It started off at breakfast. He was talking about what he liked to eat. It went like this (think beat poet performance)...

G: I like waffles. And Frosty likes waffles too. Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul. He had a corn pipe and button nose and two eyes made out of coal. Then he got a magic hat that made him come to life one day.

Gray is really moving around more. Pulling up on all kinds of things and holding on for dear life. He is kind of top heavy but he is getting the hang of it.