Fashion Victim

One of the frustrating things about being a 3-month old is that you have absolutely no say in what you wear. This week my mom and dad thought it would be funny to dress me up in some wacky ensembles. Clothes that will haunt me down the road when I get the chance to live out one of my dreams: appearing on Project Runway.

Hopping Fad.

Here I am lounging in my frog pajamas. Now, they may look cute and all, but from what I've read, prints--especially animal prints--are completely out this spring.









Global warming isn't the only threat to polar bears.

Speaking of animals, this is me in my polar teddy bear coat. Forget the ethical dilemmas surrounding fur and whatnot. It's the ears on the hood that are the real travesty. I can just hear Tim Gunn now, "This troubles me. It's very costumey"




As if that wasn't ear-y enough.

Then they had to one-up the coat with the baby blue teddy bear hat. Jeez. I'm doing everything I can to salvage this look by trying out my version of Zoolander's "Blue Steele".






Pret-a-puker

After all that, my dad put me over the edge the other day with this hideous disaster. Now, each of the items in this outfit are fine by themselves. But mixing the fun yellow and brown acorn onesie with my blue and orange tiger shoes? Ugh. Then he had to add that finishing touch with white socks. Double Ugh.

As you can see, he was very proud of himself.

I, on the other hand, was not amused.

April Chillin'

I thought I'd check in since I haven't posted for a couple weeks.

What have I been up to? Well, besides my usual routine of eating, sleeping, and crying (with a few smiles thrown in here and there) I've done some fun stuff.

The Saturday before Easter I went up to my buddy Jack's. They had an Easter egg hunt for a bunch of kids. I just kinda watched from the sidelines on that though. To the right is a picture of me and my good friend Milo kickin' back at the festivities.

Then, Easter Sunday, I went to Grandma and Grandpa Griffin's house where the Easter bunny left me a cool collection of Dr. Seuss books. After breakfast, I got to show off my pipes with a spectacular 1-hour performance of my, um, "singing." Not to pat myself on the back, but I really belted those tunes out. I didn't even need a microphone.

Then today, my mom had to run a couple of errands so I got a two-hour trial run at my new day care. It went pretty well. I was kind of nervous at first, so I just gobbled down 6 oz. of milk (which is a lot for me at one sitting) to calm myself. But then I met some new friends who seemed pretty cool. It should be fun hanging with that crew. And my teachers are really nice--I was even smiling at them a little bit.

Well, that's the latest for now. Hopefully I'll do a better job of keeping the blog updated, but I can't promise anything.

See you later,
Colin

The Final Bore

Well, I ended up picking all the Final Four teams right in my McCann-Erickson bracket pool, and before the weekend I was in 6th place out of 51 entries. Unfortunately I picked UCLA vs. Georgetown to play in the in the final--and they both lost on Saturday. After that I didn't even care about the championship game. (Plus, I was bummed my mom's Bruins got knocked out.)

For those who don't know, Florida beat Ohio State for the title. My mom and dad told me the same two teams played for the championship in NCAA football too. I don't know what football is, but if it's anything like basketball I think I'll like it.

Anyway, in the end I finished in 16th place, 1 point behind my dad (he picked Florida to win it all, but made a lot of bad picks in earlier rounds). I think he gave me bad info on purpose, because he knew he would be embarrassed if a two month old beat him.

My mom finished in 9th place in the McCann pool. But she came in 2nd in her friend Missy's contest, so hopefully that means a sweet new toy for me!

I suppose the moral of the story turned out to be: when it comes to tips and info about sports, I'm definitely seeking advice from my mom.