The Seversons

As you can tell from our previous post, Grammer has learned how to crawl.  It’s important that I phrase it that way.  It’s not so much that he does crawl as that he learned how.  He doesn’t actually do it even though he’s capable.  Part of it is because he hasn’t quite perfected his moves yet.  But the other part is due to his unique personality.

His unique personality, of course, comes from his parents.  And I’ve been wondering whether he takes more after Eric or me.  The word we use to describe Grammer most often is “deliberate.”  I generally think of that word applying more to Eric than to me.  However, one must consider that when I was a baby, my mother would keep me busy at lunch by giving me a bowl of rice, which I would eat… one piece at a time.

But crawling has shown that, in some ways, Graham is more like me.  Eric is the determined one, the hard worker who pushes through anything and everything.  I am ambitious, but lazy; I tend to exert effort only when I am interested and the goal is in sight.  As for the Bug, he could manifest his genetic tendencies in two ways.  If he was more like Eric, he’d keep working on his crawling until he had the whole apartment covered in two seconds flat.  If he took after me, he’d see the toy, want the toy, but recognize that someone else could get the toy for him with much less effort than it would take him and by screaming loud and long enough the toy would be delivered into his hands.

The Bug has picked Option B.

I wish I could be happy about this.  But with all the screaming it is hard to hear myself think.

Then again, if he took after Eric he probably would have pulled the books off the shelves and figured out a way over the baby gate by now.  And while we’ve done some basic babyproofing, it’s nice knowing that while those outlet covers are in place, we don’t really need them so much.

Every now and then he gets in a peppy, adventuresome mood and ventures out towards his jingle bell or his squishy turtle book.  So it’s not like he will never be crawling up the walls.  I look forward to when he gets a little more comfortable.  Because we could really do without all the screaming.

Another thing we could do without: teeth.  We’ve got 4 with the 5th ready to bust any day now.  With more than two months of teething I think we are ready for a break.

He just started scooting two days ago and it’s already come to this.  I think he actually crawled once or twice today.  We are not ready.  Someone tell this kid to slow down!

I have wrestled over whether or not to address this issue, but I have decided that it is unavoidable.  We must talk about the puppy.

I must issue a disclaimer here.  I in no way mean to disparage the puppy.  The puppy was a gift from Grammer’s wonderful grandparents and he adores it.  We may not adore the puppy itself, but we adore what it does.  It is the toy of last resort.  All day, between naps, every minute of time is spent attempting to amuse this baby.  It is rather like he is a medieval king and instead of his parents we are his humble jesters forced to dance for his enjoyment.  But he has a short attention span and eventually everything is no longer any fun.  Except the puppy.  When everything else fails, there is the puppy.  The puppy alone is responsible for giving me a good 20 minutes to blow dry my hair or write an email or some other such actual non-baby thing that needs to be done.  We are beyond grateful for the puppy.

All that said, perhaps you need a video clip to truly understand the puppy.

(Thank you for ignoring the mismatched socks on the baby.  Seriously, baby socks are the most difficult things to track down in the entire world.)

I know that this is just a preview of things to come.  We are about to endure years of toys that have lights and sounds and sing songs and play games.  Not to mention television programs that shout at children and encourage them to shout back.  We are bracing ourselves, and the puppy is good practice for that.

There is one truly disturbing thing in all of this, though.  It is not so much the puppy as the way one Nugget has completely mastered it.  He knows the little red hand plays the songs.  Did you see in the video clip how he plays and then once it’s over, he goes straight back to the red hand?  And he knows the red hand plays different songs so he will often flip through them until he decides which one he wants.  It is like he wants a soundtrack to play by.  He will sit with a rattle or a ball and play while he listens.  Then when it stops he will reach over, turn it back on, and turn back to his rattle.  (If you know how often his father listens to his ipod while he works, this will probably come as no surprise.)

Because of the nonstop ABC’s and 123’s and colors, etc., I decided we needed a second-string toy that could help manage these duties but not drive us nuts.  I did some research, found a few I thought we could live with and we went to the store to test drive.  Graham’s new toy plays Mozart.  I know, I know, snobby baby toys blah blah blah.  But the Mozart is not for Graham.  It is for me.  It is so I do not have to have “It’s a great big colorful world out there” stuck in my head all day long.  I was also confident that the toy would be advanced enough that it would take Graham at least a day to crack it.    Here he is on his first go-round at home.

But there is more.  Did you also notice in the first video clip how he kicks his adorable chunky little legs IN TIME WITH THE MUSIC?  I didn’t until I just looked at it.  This frightens me because the other day Eric mentioned that he was shaking a rattle in time with the Mozart cube.  I insisted this must be coincidence, even though it happened twice.  Now that I have seen the video as additional evidence I am a smidge worried.  Does this baby lay in bed at night scheming ways to take over the world?  Honestly, I am kind of concerned that he does.

The good news is that if he is striving for total world domination, at least your future leader will be astonishingly adorable. This is probably part of the master plan, he will overwhelm us with cuteness as a diversionary tactic.

I think it will work.

In all honesty, I doubt we have a musical prodigy on our hands.  Let’s get a little perspective.  His current favorite toy is a shoe.  He likes to stick it in his mouth.

Welcome to February, also known as the month where we must put our heads down and push through until it’s over, when we may take a teensy break and curl up and sleep.  This month I am working in 5 different states so I’m logging just a smidge of travel time.  It should be no surprise, then, that Grammer has decided this is the perfect time to start dealing with separation anxiety.  I’m not sure if it’s really full blown since it’s not something he’s supposed to do yet, but he seems to have his own time frame for everything.  Fortunately it comes and goes and teething seems to be distracting him.  Those top two teeth are set to burst out on the scene any minute.  We will keep you posted and attempt to take pictures which, inevitably, will not show any teeth at all.  (Actually the one below was on purpose.  This is Graham’s close-mouthed grin, which I find charming.)

Since Eric is back on rotations, the babysitter is left with an unsatisfying “I don’t know when one of us will be home.”  We try to compensate appropriately.  And every now and then Eric obliges by coming home far earlier than expected and giving her her evening back.

Speaking of Eric, February is also his birthday month, which is unfortunate this year.  On the bright side, he got his whole birthday weekend off and we were able to spend the big day just as we liked: sleeping in, doing very little, hanging with the Bug.  Because his birthday falls just a week before Valentine’s Day, and Valentine’s Day is the single most unsatisfying day of restaurant dining in the universe, we will celebrate instead on some day inbetween the two that has yet to be determined, but will surely be lovely and involve dessert.

Getting back to the baby (which is why you’re all here anyway, right?) I hate all the milestone stuff.  It feels like we are imposing schedules, and our baby loathes schedules.  If they are behind, you worry.  If they are ahead, you feel like you’re bragging.  I am basically content to let Graham do what he wants when he wants.  Mostly I like to encourage things he is interested in.  Which is why we spent so much time helping him sit: he wanted it desperately so we helped the little guy practice.  He hasn’t really been interested in mobility until the last couple of days.  Now if a toy is out of his reach, he no longer just cries until it’s given to him, he makes valiant efforts to get it himself.  Mostly this involves strategic rolling.  I was thinking he might be a late crawler, but now I’m wondering.

One thing that Graham is seriously behind on is laughing.  This baby does not giggle or chuckle or laugh.  At least not until last week.  For most babies this comes at 3 or 4 months, and if it weren’t for the fact that he is so obviously happy much of the time, I might have worried.  I told the pediatrician and she didn’t seem concerned, she assured me he’d get around to it.  I said, “Or I’ll have a 3-year-old who screams whenever he’s happy.”  Screaming is his preferred expression of pleasure, so the fact that he’s starting to show little signs of laughter is a welcome change.  In the video below, you can see both the occasional chuckles and the screaming, along with a sudden interest in grabbing the camera which is starting to affect the quality of our picture-taking.

We are at the point where books on babies are amusing rather than helpful. When it says, “Over the last few months, you have noticed your baby taking fewer and fewer naps until he has settled into a regular schedule with only one or two naps a day,” I laugh. Because our baby still takes anywhere from 2 to 6 naps a day which last anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours. When it says, “If you’d like to exercise, why don’t you try doing yoga with your baby,” I laugh. They even have instructions for these things. The pictures involve happy little babies who sit placidly on their rumps until picked up and incorporated into the pose somehow. My baby would never do that. If I tried to set him in front of me while I got into warrior pose, he would a) need a toy to amuse him, b) need another toy for when he got tired of that toy, c) not sit still because he’d inevitably find something out of his reach that is more interesting than what he currently has, and d) totally destroy the pose if I even attempted to pick him up what with the wriggling and the carrying on. I am already dreaming about the Imaginary Baby #2 who is the low-key, laid-back baby who will happily gaze up at me while I do the warrior pose, then be placed serenely on my knee… while toddler Graham destroys the entire house around us.

He has already mastered his cherubic look of innocence. “Who, me?  I could never do such a thing.  I cannot even use a sippy cup!”  Or can he…  I’ll try and get a picture if I see a “mwa ha ha” any time soon, but I suspects he saves it for when I’m not around.

Over the last few weeks, I went 14 solid days being sick. It was our first experience with the cold that makes the rounds and somehow I drew the shortest straw. Graham had a little stuffy nose and was a bit out of sorts for a day or two, but overall he’s been okay, if super fussy. I guess I’d rather he be the one to make it through with minimal difficulty.

I have been sick for so long that I haven’t really been able to enjoy my new haircut. You may not have heard, but I am a redhead now and I think it’s going quite nicely. The far bigger shock for most of you will be that my hair is shorter and I am wearing it down about half of the time. Once, in law school, I wore my hair down. Once. It happened 2nd year and nearly everyone stopped me in shock. It is not something I do much. Because it happens so rarely, you may be even more surprised to know that my hair is curly. I have generally referred to it as wavy, but that is a big fat lie. It is curly, it is frustratingly curly. It falls happily into ringlets, it does not require any real scrunching. I wish it could be happily wavy, more mellow, looking like Kate-on-LOST hair’s always does, but it doesn’t. I still have no real idea what on earth I’m supposed to do with it. I have blown it out all the way once and it wasn’t a disaster, though a headband was required to tame it from a giant mane into something approaching a hairstyle. Maybe I will do it again someday.  Perhaps the best news was that the baby still recognized me.

As you may have noticed, we are not doing so hot in the blog-update department. This has a lot to do with the fact that we are busier than I think we have ever been. It should let up around May or so. Until then we’ll have to do our best to continue to post pictures of our baby.

Lately, Graham has been having lots of fun making noises with his mouth, and sticking out his tongue like a lizard. Observe:

You may be wondering why there is a burp cloth on his head.  I was wondering the same thing.  Eric’s answer: “Because it looked funny.”

I would love to give you all sorts of nice little 6 month stats, but we don’t actually know them.  Graham turned 6 months old two weeks ago, but his appointment isn’t until next week.  Like I said, we’re busy.

One recent accomplishment I’m quite pleased about has been the re-nicknaming of the Nugget.  (Sorry, he is still the Nugget and Grammer.)  When he was first born, Eric and I both immediately and without thinking started calling him Bud and Buddy.  I have no clue why, and I’ve never been particularly fond of those names.  I decided the best way to lose them was simply to change it into something better.  So now, we have our little Bug.  I like it.  He seems to like it, too.

Tomorrow I am working. For serious. Even more than a full day. Dropping baby at 7:30 a.m. and picking him up probably around 6 p.m. It is the kickoff of what is going to be an insanely busy month that will include work in 5 states. I will take the Southeast by storm. If there is a college here, I will probably be there. Well, I will be if any of the advisors or pre-law groups on campus ever return any of my emails.

Because it is the first trip I am trying to approach it as a happy fun new thing. I will get to wear one of my awesome new dresses. I will get to show off my new hair. (Did you know I’m a redhead now?) I will pretend I am the lawyer version of Joan Holloway, because, let’s face it, even with the Spanx that will be underneath the aforementioned dress, things are still pretty darned “curvy” these days. I prefer looking “curvy” to looking “fat” or looking “pregnant again.” (And Joan Holloway definitely looks curvy, but not fat or pregnant.) I will focus on all of the good things, and maybe with all the work I will either find the motivation to make time for the gym, or I will just be so busy that the pounds will go flying off.

Even if things don’t work out this month, at least when they slow down again in March-ish (assuming they do slow down in March-ish) I can probably get that sparkly new gym routine going. I came up with the concept and it seemed perfect until my life got in the way. So I haven’t yet joined the gym. Instead, I have bought another pair of post-baby jeans and a good, sturdy belt because it might be a little while and odds are good there will be more babies someday.

Eventually you just realize that you are not the girl who has already lost all her baby weight before she leaves the hospital. And you are not the girl who loses it in a month or two. And you are not the girl who loses it in six months. You did not get those genes. Just like you didn’t get the genes that give you no stretch marks. (If you think it’s cocoa butter, think again. Genes!) There are lots of very nice people who say don’t worry about it that first year. For the first few months I thought those people were crazy, did they realize how long a year was? Now I am realizing those people are very smart. The first year is kind of insane. Especially if you have a job. Or a very willful baby. I have both. Plus a husband who works unpredictable hours.

Speaking of the willful baby, he continues to be like most babies, with his own strengths and weaknesses. In the strength category, he eats like a champ. Yesterday he got his first veggie, sweet potatoes, and downed them like a starving child. I don’t think he cares too much what he eats, he just likes eating. He still highly enjoys sitting, too, and is turning into the kind of baby you can just plop down for a good while. (Which is incredibly awesome.)

However, he does have his weaknesses. He hasn’t laughed yet, which isn’t really that meaningful, but I would like to hear a little baby belly laugh. Mostly he just opens his mouth very wide and smiles and screams. He wants desperately to crawl, but tends to prefer screaming until you give him whatever thing he can’t reach instead of trying to reach it himself.

His major hangup these days is in the nap department. The books say that a baby will start to get in a nap routine and then settle into 2 naps a day long before now. Grammer definitely got in a nap routine, which consisted of napping about 5 times a day. It used to be more like 8 times a day, back in the horrendous days of the 20-minute nap. Now, it appears that he is finally getting into the 2-nap thing (despite the fact that by now he should be heading towards the 1-nap thing) and it is not a smooth transition. He gets seriously pissed whenever we put him down for a nap, most of his naps are insanely short, and every now and then he’ll go for one long stretch. I am trying to figure it all out, but I can’t quite find his new rhythm and I’m not sure he can either.

One thing that has happened is that those post-baby hormones have so kicked in. Having another baby doesn’t exactly sound desirable at the moment, but it sounds very do-able. Like pregnancy is just one of those things you do instead of the most miserable 9 months possible. Because we are doing lots of future planning stuff right now, I have found myself thinking more and more about baby #2 and his/her time frame.

That also means I’ve found myself thinking about baby #2’s name. Because that is what I do. I cannot help it. Ever since I renamed my Cabbage Patch Kid because I was convinced that Phoebe didn’t sound or look like a real name and was just something a toddler made up and renamed her Alicia Margaret, naming is just something I do obsessively. If #2 is a girl, we are so set. We are more than set. If #2 is a boy we are in trouble. We used up all our boy ideas on #1.

When we were waiting on #1, Eric restricted my name talk. Recently he made the mistake of telling me that this wasn’t because he dislikes name talk, it was just soon-to-be-parent jitters, which are obviously gone now. Little does he know that he’s opened the door, and now I’m free to obsess over what on earth we are going to name hypothetical boy #2 that will work as a companion to Graham and the name we’ve already chosen for hypothetical girl #1. It is a monumental task, but I am very much looking forward to it. I am trying to think of another classic-but-often-overlooked literary figure with a wonderful name so I can have another child whose name is an homage to a great author, but I cannot seem to think of any. I suppose it’s a pretty tough order to fill more than once.

And there’s an awake baby. Apparently we have been transported back to the 20-minute-nap world. Until next time.

There have been two things we’ve been trying to get on camera for weeks now.  One is Graham’s first tooth–and number two is close on its heels.  The other is his new talent of sitting unsupported.  The problem is getting a shot that doesn’t go wrong.

When it comes to the tooth, you’d think it’d be easy.  He does smile a decent amount and we see that tooth many times a day so it shouldn’t be so hard to capture on film.  But it’s like he knows what we’re doing and tries his best to thwart our efforts.  Observe:

Sometimes I think I got the tooth, but when I zoom in it turns out just to be the gleam of baby saliva.

As far as sitting goes, we’ve had several unsuccessful attempts, which almost all look like this:

That is one of the longer ones.

But Grammer seems to have turned a corner.  As of yesterday he now seems to be an utter master of sitting.  He still takes a tumble every now and then, but I practically made an entire sandwich this afternoon while he sat there dropping and then picking up his rattle.

I realize that to someone who doesn’t spend all day with Graham this may seem like small potatoes.  I get that.  But he is just so pleased with himself.  Except that he is already trying to move on to bigger and better things.  He may not know what crawling is, but he desperately wants to do it.  He now moves by a combination of sitting and rolling to get wherever he wants to go.  He also has developed a new hobby: leaning back.

He enjoys the looking back over the shoulder pose, perhaps next we will work on broken-down-doll.

As for our adventures in sitting, I am debating an important question: how often do you let your kid face plant?  I keep him from falling over if it looks like he’s going to hit something or hurt himself, not that that’s stopped him from getting a couple of bonks on the head.  Still, I know he has to fall if he’s going to learn how to balance himself.  He doesn’t seem to mind falling backwards so much, but falling forwards tends to require a good minute of cuddling before he can venture back out.  It is our first real test of baby independence vs. parental protection, but it appears it’s working because that baby can sure sit.

1st ingredient: Teething baby.  You may remember in the previous post we had a picture of a vacant-faced baby in front of a Christmas tree.  He is usually so smiley that we were disappointed that every one of our Christmas Eve pictures turned out with that blankly open mouth, like a zombie in an old movie.  Wasn’t travel fatigue as we suspected.  Was his first tooth, which finally appeared the day we got home.  (Also contributed to the rough last few hours of the drive home.)

I can’t complain too much, even though we were totally unprepared for this development.  Tooth #2 appears to be well on its way, we’re hoping it finally pokes its way through tomorrow-ish.  While Graham has been extra cranky, he has also been extra sleepy, which means he’s not awake as often and thus there is less cranky time to deal with.

2nd ingredient: Jessica has delusions of domestic grandeur.  I swear I am actually sending out holiday packages.  That they are late is only partly my fault.  It was unavoidable in the end, because one of the required elements, ordered online at the beginning of December, took about a million years to arrive and didn’t get to the apartment until after we left.  I’d left a thoughtful note for the UPS man, knowing we’d miss him by mere hours and asking him to leave it at the office.

Unfortunately, some other mail delivery person beat him to it and left another package at the front office, and removed the note as instructed.  So we came home to find the big box sitting on our doorstep, as it had been for over two weeks.  Luckily we were not robbed.

But I did not get a chance to start on the packages until yesterday because of the…

3rd ingredient: Total and complete car insanity.  Apparently if you drove a car recently and came near a car one of us was driving, you were helpless but to ram yourself into our bumper.  We think there may have been some kind of magnetic force involved.

Eric got rear-ended in October by a rather large truck owned by a large company that is a subsidiary of an extremely large corporation.  Despite the fact that these things are probably run-of-the-mill for a massive company with an insane number of trucks (you probably saw one within the last few days) getting it taken care of took a lot of trouble.  We didn’t get everything worked out until early December.  By then it was too late to take the car in to be fixed since we were leaving in only a few days.

And then I got rear-ended while doing a little Christmas shopping.  We both came out unscathed–though my neck has been a little sore–and Eric’s car is sporting a seriously ugly rear.  Mine came out looking okay, given how fast the car behind me was going.  But looks are deceiving.  We found out right before Christmas that the car was totaled.  I am still grieving.  Rest in peace, little Scion.

All of this left us in a quandary, we’d been planning to sell my car this summer before we moved for residency.  But we couldn’t go with only one car when Eric finished his rotations for the last few months.  (Strapping the baby into his car seat at 5 a.m. is so not how we roll.)

As if this wasn’t difficult enough, once we got back in town, returned the rental we’d driven to Texas in, and got back to our normal lives, the transmission in Eric’s car started to go.  So now we can’t get the bumper repaired until we figure out what’s wrong with it and whether it’s worth fixing.

And that’s how, within about three weeks, we went from two cars to zero cars.  And that’s how we ended up in a car dealership on New Year’s Eve.  When you walk into a car dealer on New Year’s Eve, they all give you a look like, “Yeah, we know why you’re here.  You know about our yearly quotas and you’re trying to make a deal.”  One of them said to me, “You coincidentally want to buy a car today.”  I responded, “Actually, I coincidentally just had my car totaled.”

But we are not the type to overlook a bargain, and so we walked away with a new car instead of the used one we’d thought about.  I am still freaking out just a little, having never bought a new car before, but we feel pretty comfortable with the decision.  Our new Matrix is bigger than my old Scion by a lot–I can fit the stroller and groceries in the trunk instead of just one or the other.  So that will be the car we move with wherever we move to.

4th ingredient: We’re actually only here for a brief respite until we take yet another pre-residency trip.  (We are keeping the residency specifics to a minimum until Match Day, when you will all be the first to know where we are headed.)  We will leave little Grammer with his grandparents for a few days while we head out for our first no-baby trip.  We leave quite soon, probably before Eric’s car gets its bumper fixed.

So, that explains why I am sitting here late at night with cookies in the oven instead of sleeping.  Making cookies with an awake, teething baby was not a good option.  Especially since going to the grocery store with a screaming baby didn’t seem terribly appealing.

And that, folks, is how you make crazy.

What we expected from our drive to Texas: 2 days, clocking in over 15 hours with a baby who hates his carseat and must tell us so constantly despite the fact that he lacks any language skills, requiring neverending stops at every gas station and rest area in the southeast while we try to calm him down.

What we got on our drive to Texas: a perfectly angelic baby, so long as his carseat was draped with a thin blanket.  It was like he was a little parakeet who thinks the blanket over his cage means it’s night time.

He happily played with his toes and toy elephant for hours on end with little naps here and there, you would’ve thought he wasn’t even there if we didn’t take occasional peeks under the blanket to make sure he did actually exist.  When we would check in, he’d give us the same look a surly teenager gives his parents when one of them opens the door to his room without knocking.

We expected our baby to handle things well once we settled down, and he happily bounced away on his exersaucer in the hotel during the night we spent on the road.  However, he was not such a big fan of the hotel crib.  And by that I mean, he did nothing but scream from the moment we put him in it.  So Graham and I shared a bed for the first time in a couple of months, which I don’t think either of us enjoyed much.

Once we arrived he did a better job adapting, probably because he rarely ever left the grip of his Grammy, who is a known baby-hog.  His favorite trick the last few weeks is a fake cough that I originally thought was real.  We found out it was fake when we started mimicking him and he’d immediately stop to listen to you.

Oh, did I mention his other recent trick? Pulling off his socks.

Being with a serial baby-hog at least gives us the opportunity to go out.  We went on lots of walks, jogs, and runs; saw 3 movies together; ate Mighty Fine, Freebird, brisket, breakfast tacos and Tex-Mex;  and slipped out for a romantic night all to ourselves (thanks, cheap hotel-booking websites!), which means we had steak for dinner and room service for breakfast.

Here you can see our lovely view of Town Lake (I refuse to call it anything else) and the reflection of our hotel room in the glass–I’m tucked in the lower left corner.  How we scored a lake view with our insanely low rate I’m still not exactly sure, but we certainly appreciated it.

We left with plenty of time before the holiday, so by the time we got to Christmas we had a rather disgruntled baby on our hands who missed his crib.  This is why all our Christmas pictures have the vacant expression you can see below:

All our Christmas morning pictures go back and forth between that vacant look and a baby who is very, very determined to eat all the wrapping paper he can get his hands on.

But Graham has been very pleased with the presents inside that wrapping paper.  His new seahorse is his regular bedtime companion and keeps said bedtime so calm we have to make sure the monitor is working.

It’s always sad to see the vacation come to an end.  We will be sad to lose our spacious rental car, mostly because it will leave us down to one vehicle.  Eric and I haven’t been the luckiest bunch lately.  Both of us were rear-ended within two months and we found out last week that my car was totaled.  It puts us in a pretty big pinch, had it happened earlier we would buy another car to replace it.  Had it happened a few months later we wouldn’t do anything, since we were planning to go down to one car over the summer.  But now we’ll need two vehicles for a period of three months next year and have yet to find a reasonable option.  Plus, Eric’s car still hasn’t been repaired so we have to get it in and get yet another rental since we’ll be completely car-less at that point.  Plus we have insurance companies to haggle with, which always makes the holidays brighter.

This week we’ll make one final visit to say goodbye to my lovely little car (and get my stuff out of it).  I plan on wearing black.  If you see me wearing black, you’ll know what I’m in mourning for.  Rest in peace, little Scion.

Hopefully our luck is changing.  On our return trip the baby happily went to sleep in the hotel crib.

Sadly, Graham can’t be with all his relatives for every holiday.  So for those of you who are missing our little Grammer, here’s some footage from Christmas morning.

(You can always go to our vimeo page to see the latest we’ve uploaded.)

A bigger holiday update will follow…