Our Little Grinch

Over the course of the Christmas holiday, Grafton picked up this "cute" routine that he would enact while we were driving in the car. It goes something like this:

G: "Talk about me while I'm sleeping." (closes his eyes)
D: "Mom, do you think Grafton enjoyed what we did today?"
M: "I guess so, since he seemed happy most of the day."
G: (indistinct growls)
D: "What do you think he would like to do later?"
M: "I don't know...maybe should we ask him...I think he's waking up."
D: "Grafton, are you awake?"
G: (growls, louder, finally awakening) "I'm not Grafton! I'm the Grinch! I will steal Christmas!" (roars)

And this act would go on for a while, before our sweet Grafton would return.

We'll have to be careful not to show him the Grinch TV show next year. Oh, and we actually saw the Grinch in NY this past week:

Grafton Meets Santa

We found out that Santa Claus would be making a public appearance at Yankee Candle at a time that would perfectly coincide with our drive back from a day in Brattleboro. We arrived at around 4:30pm, waited a short while (while watching Christmas movies on multiple large screen TVs), and by 6:30pm Grafton was the first in line to see Santa! Grafton told Santa everything he wanted for Christmas, which included a green garbage truck and a white pickup truck. I guess we'll find out soon if Grafton has been naughty or nice!

We posted some pix from their encounter. And here's one for the blog:

Happy Holidays, all!

Potty Trained

For the record, Grafton has officially earned his "potty trained" badge. He pretty much had it by his 3rd birthday. But with a month of "proof" behind us, it's clear that Grafton knows when he's gotta go, and where he's gotta go to take care of business. We still use a diaper overnight, but they are generally dry in the morning. I'll also note that Grafton gets a kick out of using "erinals" in public restrooms.

Party #3

Gymnastics-themed birthday party for Grafton, in photographs.

III

Yup, Grafton turned three. If you ask him now, he'll still say he's two, but we're working on that with him. In order to remember what the little guy looked like after three years of life, Dad took a few photos of him on his big day. To save you from having to click on that link, here are a few of those photos now:

On the morning of Grafton's birthday, Dad had put on his fleece pants and sweatshirt after getting out of bed. Grafton sees Dad's attire and says, "We don't wear comfies on birthdays!"

The Deal with Bananas

I made a deal with Grafton this morning. I told him that if he tried one bite of a banana, I wouldn't put any banana slices in his cereal. You see, he always refuses banana slices in his cereal, and so I never dare lace his cereal with this most offensive produce. But I offer this to him at least once a week anyway, in hopes he will have a change of heart. It has been this way for maybe a year. He simply wouldn't eat bananas--in any form (unless I secretly minced them up and threw them in our waffle batter). But he hates the idea of banana slices in his cereal so much that he agreed to the deal. He would eat one bite. After taking this one bite, he said "hmmm...this is pretty good!".  I couldn't believe it. Mom couldn't believe it. He proceeded to gobble up the half banana I had given him. And then he even agreed to having banana slices in his cereal. And he eat them all up. Bananas are back!

Accident-Free Sunday

No diapers today, just underwear. And no accidents!

Also, another bike ride around the neighborhood. And no accidents!

And we flew a balsa-wood, wind-up propeller model plane in the pumpkin patch behind our house. Oh wait, actually there were a few accidents there...