Grunting Grant

Grant has taken to the sedentary lifestyle except from 12a - 4a when he parties like its hot til he throws up all over himself. This means he goes through his club clothes like wild fire. Thanks to all who have given him his little man outfits. He's quite a looker.

During the day time hours, Grant has been to the pediatrician twice. He has regained his birth weight and the doc says he is filling out nicely and he has grown at least one whole inch--one more inch to success. And I am proud to say that he did not cry during his PKU test; quite a brave little man.

The cutest thing (not the coolest thing which is still his hair) about him is his grunting-style of communication. He will grunt and squeak telling us that he is hungry, wet, pissed off, or some other variation of the three. Every once in awhile enough gas forms somewhere about his alimentary canal that he forms what we humans might call a smile. That quickly passes into a sheer look of an excruciating urge to pass gas or matter either orally or the other way.

We already have several nicknames for the little guy: erpster, cuddle monkey, grumpalicious...Kelly likes to take the first one and adapt it to the Kit-Kat song to the effect of: "Give me an erp, Give me an erp, Give me, Give me, Give me an erp erp erp." Quite a composition.

Suffice it to say, we love every part of him. Please try to guess what part of him is shown in the first above photo by using your democratic right to vote. Enjoy the other ones!