Daddy's Day

  

Sunday, of course, was Father's Day. For fun we went up to Oakridge and met my buddy Jack's family for brunch.

The food was good, but the best part was when Jack's dad broke out the golf clubs. I got some good short-game practice in.

	Here I am with a tap-in for par. Jack's helping me line up the putt.
	Then I was able to work on my bunker game for awhile

We took some pictures with dad, but they somehow got corrupted on the camera card.

Oh well, it was still a great day out on the links.

To My 6 mo. Bro!

Just wanted to wish Reece a happy 6-month birthday.

Well, mostly I wanted to make a point. And usually I wouldn't dignify his smack talk with a response. But...

Until you can master the left-handed, upside-down spoonful of Spaghettios with one arm behind your back, I wouldn't be spouting off about about who is trying to pattern their eating style after who.

Not-So-Solid Food

Sorry that it has been so long since any of us have updated the blog. I don't know what excuse Colin has (probably simple buttheadedness) but I've been using my energy trying to learn how to eat solid food.

We kicked things off with rice cereal a couple weeks ago. It wasn't bad. Wasn't good. But it wasn't bad.

Then mom tried some peas. (Blech!)

Then there were carrots. (Meh.)

Sweet potatoes were a few days later. (I could get used to those.)

Then it was peas again. (Seriously, no thank you.)

Tonight we tried squash. (Hmm, interesting. Can I have some milk, please?)

Colin seems to be very interested in all my food, which is odd because, according to mom and dad, he wouldn't eat most of this stuff when he was my age.

Just another example of Colin trying to be more like me.

Well, I don't know how all you grownups eat this stuff. But at least it makes my poop stinkier, which I find rather hilarious.

Springing

The weather outside was finally far from frightful this weekend. So we got to play outside.

Everyone took a trip to the park on Saturday. I swung the swings.

	I slid the slide.
	I pedaled my bike.
	And all Reece could do was watch.

Then, we headed back home so I could spend some quality time with my new favorite toy: My "Choo-choo Track"

Reece vs. Colin (4 month edition)

 

This photo was taken Easter morning. We're wearing the shirts our Grandma Kathy gave us. Thanks Grandma!

You may notice I look a little melancholy in the photo. That's because earlier in the week I went to the doctor for my four month well-baby check up. And, well, here are the results:

Reece @ 4 months		Percentile
Height	24-1/4"	27%
Weight	13 lb 2.5 oz	23%
Head Circumference	16-3/8"	27%
Colin @ 4 months
Height	24-1/2"	35%
Weight	13 lb 2 oz	20%
Head Circumference	16-5/8"	35%

What is going on here?! I've slipped! I've got a little bit of weight on him, but that just has given him ammo for fat jokes.

This is not right. Anyone know where I can pick-up some HGH?

Eggstravaganza

Over the past couple of weeks I've found more than my fair share of eggs. The weekend before last, my buddy Jack had his annual Easter egg hunt where I scored this sweet dump truck egg. It's always a real hoot watching all the kids race for the 400 plus eggs that Jack's mom and dad "hide." Someday I am going to have my parents take me early so Jack and I can scope out all the eggs before those other kids. Tee hee...

Then this past Saturday, my friend Juliet had a few of us over for more egg-tastic fun. I got lots stickers, tattoos and some little plastic farm animals.

As if that wasn't enough, the Easter Bunny stopped by Sunday morning while I was sleeping. Not only did he leave me more eggs with little stickers and toys inside, I also got a cool train set, cookware and books. Then we went up to Grandma & Grandpa Griffin's house for brunch, where there were even more eggs--this time filled with bouncy balls.

My mom is so happy to have all these plastic eggs with all my loot scattered around the house. I am waiting for her to trip on them.

Just you wait, Mom. Easter is just getting started with me and the Reecer man!!

Still Allergic to Peanuts (But Not Brownies)

This past week I went to get my annual allergy checkup. This time they did the RAST blood test as well as the skin test.

The RAST test came back with a 90-level allergy to peanuts. Basically anything above 15 means there's a 95%chance I'd have a reaction when exposed to peanut protiens. So 90 means there's a really, really, really....really, good chance I'd have a reaction to peanuts. The level doesn't necessarily predict severity, though, since I anaphylaxis the first time it's likely I'd have a pretty bad one again.

Long story short. Keep me away from peanuts and anything that's touched or possibly touched peanuts or peanut butter.

The skin test revealed I'm also mildly allergic to cats and possibly allergic to dogs. Luckily I've already learned to say "Go away Guinness!" whenever the dogs come near me. (I still love our cat Zoe though.)

Well, back to my peanut-free chocolate. See you later.