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.

Still just a little tyke.

Hey everyone, thought I'd let you know how my two month doctor visit went the other day.

It was pretty cool. The doctor came in and examined me. He said I'm doing really well. My heart sounds good. He says I'm really strong for my age and size. (I guess that Gold's Gym membership is paying off.) Then, just when I thought things were getting wrapped up, this lady came in and started poking me with needles. What was that all about? I cried for a little bit, but I calmed down pretty quickly. I guess I'm pretty used to being poked and prodded by nurses.

So, anyway, here are the vital stats:

Weight: 10 lb 12 oz.
Length: 22-1/2 inches
Vaccinations: 5

I'm more or less in the 10th percentile for length and weight. Just like my dad when he was my age.

We also got some good news that there will be room for me at the YWCA day care starting the middle of April. My mom says it's the best day care around. Plus it's only a few blocks away from where my mom and dad work, so they can come visit me really easily. I kinda wish I could just hang out with mom all day. But, I guess getting toys, and food, and money to go to college won't be too shabby either.

Well, I gotta get back to watching my mobile. It's pretty much my favorite thing to do these days. I especially like the monkey. Probably because he looks like my dad.

March Madness

This weekend I hung out with my mom and dad and watched a ton of NCAA baskeball. Here I am cheering for my mom's UCLA Bruins after they won their second round game against Indiana.

I even entered the NCAA bracket pool at my dad's work. I'm only doing OK--I picked 11 of the Sweet 16 teams--but that's mostly because my dad gave me some bad info. At least all my Final Four teams are still alive, so I have a chance.

Carly in the house.

Last week my aunt Carly came up to see me from The O.C. We had lots of fun, chillin, hangin', and shoppin'. We even went out to lunch at a semi-fancy restaurant (Trio). It was pretty much the coolest week I've had so far.

I've been slacking on my blogging lately. So, to make up for it, here are a new set of Colin pics: http://picasaweb.google.com/colin.m.griffin/February07Pictures

Keep checking back. I'll try to get something up by every Monday morning.

My Buddy Jack

Last week my mom and dad took me up to University Hospital to meet my new friend Jack. He was born on 2/15, exactly one month after me. But, even though I'm a month older, I'm not much bigger. That's OK though. Here I think I'm trying to give him some pointers on the best ways to wake up mom and dad in the middle of the night. Don't know if he was really interested though. He's not as big of a trouble maker as I am.