What sound does a turkey make? Yum!

OK, I guess that's the sound I make when I eat turkey. Anyway, we had a great Thanksgiving dinner at my Grandma and Grandpa Griffin's.

Both of my great grandmas were there.

Great Grandma Timper was giving out lots of hugs.

And Great Grandma Griffin had some good stories for everyone.

Of course, I finished off the evening with a helping of pumpkin pie. I actually only liked the whipped cream on top. But who can blame me? I can't believe people like to eat pie made from jack-o-lantern innards. Yuck!

Oh baby!

Things are getting crazy around here. Yesterday, dad took my bookshelf out of my room and moved it downstairs. Today when I got home I had an extra bed in my room. Dad said it was going to be my bed. He mentioned that my crib will be for my baby brother. Don't know what he means by that. My baby brother is in my mom's belly. So I don't know how he'll sleep in the crib. Whatever, it's cool having two beds to choose from.

They're also telling me that this baby brother will be coming on December 4th. Again, I don't get it. My baby brother has been around for awhile. In mom's belly. I don't know why they're telling me these things, like something's going to change.

Anyway, they also say that Thanksgiving is coming up in a couple of days. We'll be going up to Grandma and Grandpa Griffin's. It's supposed to be a big dinner. So I'm excited to show off my latest food-throwing techniques.

Smell my feet.

Well I ended up wearing the skeleton costume on Halloween. Dad tried to get some pictures with me and the pumpkin I made at school. (Along with this creepy skeleton-hiding motion-sensing headstone that totally freaks me out.) But this is about the best one we got.

Then Grandma and Grandpa came over and we went trick or treating. At first I didn't get what it was all about, but after a few houses I really got a kick out of knocking on the doors and yelling "trick treat!" Then they gave me stuff that I got to put in a bag. So that was cool too.

In other events, a few weeks ago (when we went to Wheeler Farm) my friend Jack's mom took some pictures of me. She's a really good photographer starting up her own business. You can check out the highlights at this link:

http://www.erin-beth.com/darkroom/share/?n=Andrea

Rock the Vote 2008

At long last, I've decided who I'm going to endorse for the election on Tuesday. (Well, sort of.)

In search of the Great Pumpkin

This month the baby group met at Wheeler Farm for our annual Halloween activity. We met in the pumpkin patch in search of some festive photo ops. But mostly I just wanted to check out all the pumpkins. I made a point of tapping on every one I could. We did manage to get a couple of good photos though. These two were taken by Juliet's dad Trent. (Juliet is the peacock).


It was a costume event, so I unveiled one of my potential costumes for this year. I really like my skeleton outfit. We might add some white face paint on Halloween. My dad's also pushing to get me a white hoodie to wear, so I'll look like the Cobra Kai dudes who beat up Daniel on Halloween in "The Karate Kid".

I also have a horse and a koala costume available that I borrowed from my buddy Everett. But I'm not too keen on putting those on.

After the fun and games with the pumpkins we took a stroll around the farm. I got to see some cows, horses, a couple of ponies, sheep, rabbits, a big stinky pig. And those were cool and all. But most of all, I liked all the old tractors and rusty farm equipment.

It was another fun morning with my friends.

Worst. Weekend. Ever.

So Friday morning I woke up and was breathing fast. Kind of like the last time I had to go to the hospital a couple of months ago.

Anyway, mom and dad tried the Albuterol but nothing really changed, so they called the doctor. He said to try the inhaler again and, if nothing changed, to take me to the ER. Sure enough, an hour later I was up at PCMC with that damn nebulizer in my face.

I was breathing about 68 breaths per minute and it didn't really go down much. So they ended up having me stay the night. That's when things really got annoying. Not only did they give me more nebulizer treatments, they also felt the need to stick oxygen tubes in my nose. At first that wasn't too big of a deal, because I could just rip them off. But then they used the industrial strength "stickers" (yeah right, I didn't see any cool cartoons on these stickers), which ended up ripping little patches of my cheeks when they took them off.

To make things worse, they said I wasn't drinking enough (well excuse me, I've got shortness of breath and tubes up my nose--sorry if I don't want to throw back a couple cold ones). So, what did they do? Gave me an IV, that's what. NOT COOL!

Anyway, after a crappy night's sleep, when they kept waking me up to shove that stinkin' misting dragon mask in my face, they finally took all the tubes out of me.

So Saturday, I watched some college football with mom and dad. Grandma and Grandpa stopped by to play. And, by around 6pm the doctors decided that I didn't have to spend another night in the hospital because I was doing so well.

OK, to tell you the truth, the nurses and doctors were really nice to me and helped me out a lot. And the weather was so bad, we weren't going to do anything fun last weekend anyway.

The doctor said that they pretty much would say I have asthma (virus induced), but they don't make that official diagnosis until I turn 2.

Well, even if I have asthma, at least I also got a new bike out of the deal! (Ha! Ha! Mom and dad bought the whole charade! Suckers.)

Don't call him a zero.

Last week my Aunt Megan sent out this video of me.

http://www.makemesuper.com/r.php?i=9_383b4-123851-m-Colin

I've pretty much wanted to watch it nonstop ever since. I especially like the part with the "lawnmower" and the part where they sing "Kaboom!". So check it out.