Griffin took his first steps this past Sunday. Steph and I were both fortunate enough to be present and to witness the event. I have yet to get him to repeat the event, but Steph claims he has taken a couple of more infrequent paces over the past couple of days. He walks a bit like an orangutan waving his hands side to side above his head. Its pretty funny to watch.
He is evolving in more ways than just physical coordination. Generally speaking we keep him in his "pen" which is our living room. The couches are situated such that there is only a walkway opening to enter and exit the room. We have dubiously employed the ottoman as a barrier of sorts to keep him imprisoned.
He is evolving in more ways than just physical coordination. Generally speaking we keep him in his "pen" which is our living room. The couches are situated such that there is only a walkway opening to enter and exit the room. We have dubiously employed the ottoman as a barrier of sorts to keep him imprisoned.
The "PEN"
Up until Monday this system may well have been Alcatraz.
Monday morning however, the door to his cell (ottoman) was left slightly open and the midget defied the laws of physics to squeeze thru the opening. He was discovered racing to freedom by one of the guards (Steph), detained, and returned to the Rock.
On Tuesday he made another escape attempt, this time thru the visitor’s entrance that the cats use.
"Visitors Entrance"
He has attempted this route previously and ended up wedged between the wall and the couch. Fortunately the jaws of life were not necessary to extract him from his predicament. In response to these attempts we strategically located his toy bin in front of the opening. Tuesday, he removed the obstruction and wriggled his way thru the void. He was again recovered and detained by my wife, but the triumphant look on his face said it all.
You could tell he is already devising a grand scheme to defeat our formerly air tight system. It wouldn’t surprise me to come home and find a hole in the living room floor, Griffin no where to be found.
Below are some recent pictures of our escape artist. If you see him out and about, please notify the authorities. Make no attempt to capture him on your own. He very well may be carrying a loaded diaper.
Where did that darn cheerio go....
"Roughing it" on the annual camping trip.
Chilling with mom at camp.
Its cold in the morning when you're camping.
I have made Fire!
