…when you arrange for one of you to call the other on his cell phone–while in the house–in case of needed baby-assistance. 🙂
I cannot overstate what an amazing job Margot (let’s call her Cool Hand Peanut*) is doing with little Henry. In order to let me save up strength for nonstop daytime Finn patrols, we’ve agreed to have me sleep downstairs in the TV room, out of earshot of the little guy’s nighttime cries. I’m more than happy to pop up and assist if needed, so we’ve arranged to have Margot call my cellphone as necessary. It’s kind of absurd, we know, but as they say, “Whatever gets you through the night/It’s alright, it’s alright…” 🙂
* Incidentally, human parrot Finn overheard me call out to “Peanut” the other day, and now he seems to relish saying, “Mom-O! Peanut!” That’s my boy.
Author: The Nack Daddy
Henry’s Homecoming, volume 1
…And so the late-night blogging returns. 🙂
Here we are at H+110–a hundred and ten hours into the life of our new little guy (not that I’m counting!). I just had the honor of holding Henry on my lap for the past four hours as he slept, and now he’s enjoying a midnight snack courtesy of Mom-O. We’ve decided to try having me sleep downstairs, the better to get some rest & thus preserve energy for Finn-management.
We’re having a wonderful time so far with the H-man (or G-man, as we & especially Finn alternate with the “Goonie” nomenclature). I have to say, Margot is being a total rock star, holding up marvelously with the return to sleep deprivation. I feel somewhat guilty, not being able to do as much directly with the new guy. For my part I try to provide her with worry-free Squirrel-wrangling, and he and I plan to check out lots of little kid gatherings while I’m on leave.
Finny, meanwhile, regards Henry with passing interest, getting keyed up only when I spend time with the little guy. He’s perfectly content to regard mother & brother as one entity (“Mom-O-Goonie”).
I find I’m (predictably) running out of steam at the moment, so without further ado here are a few photos (HTML) of the family at home–including our first family dinner where Henry doubles as both guest & table setting. 😉 Lots more is in the queue, including images showing a visit from our pals Tom, Sarah, Bryan, Alex, and their tots.
Cool Bros.

Our boys are wasting no time in exploring their fashionable side. First Henry donned some big earphones for a hearing test (passed with flying colors!), after which the Finnster tried on our neighbor Suzanne’s big sunglasses. Here’s a larger version of the photos.
Hello, Henry!!

He’s here, he’s here!! 😀
We could have no sweeter fourth-anniversary news to share: announcing the arrival of the wonderful Mr. Henry Seamus Nack, born yesterday afternoon at 2:47pm! Dad-o is typing quickly as he’s on Finn-patrol, but we wanted to share a little gallery (HTML) showing our great little fella. What a marvel, what a blessing! 😀
More to come (like you doubted that ;-))…
Baby Fruit
Well, we’ve had no real news from our little amigo-to-be, but Margot went in for acupuncture today, hoping to get the show on the road. Apparently this approach worked for our friend Alex, and Margot reports getting a few good kicks during the goings on. Largely, though, the wait continues.
Meanwhile, Finny and I found some “baby fruit” during a walk through the neighbors’ yard. We took home one “little guy” plus one “little bitty guy,” both of which you can see us holding (HTML). We look forward to introducing our little guy to our little bitty guy soon enough!
Fourth of July: More Bubbles Than Booms
Well, our nation’s birthday came and went without becoming El Segundo’s birthday, so we can’t report any fireworks on that front. We did have a lovely day with the Finnster, however, including:
- Banging away on our neighbor’s truck, dropping a severed antenna repeatedly into a hole (“BOOM!”)
- Learning the letter “W” (gleefully pronounced “DoubleYOOOuu!”) in the course of inspecting/washing mom’s VW
- Discovering hot dogs (“Meat!”) and kazoos during a neighborhood toy store’s little concert (featuring cascading bubbles)
- Dining with pals at our friend Julieanne’s house, where “Hoot” (Hughes) remained a person of great fascination. 🙂
Here’s our little gallery (HTML) from the day.
Getting Hosed
Man, those swim lessons may have deeply affected young Finny, turning him into a true water lover. This morning he started crowing about “Hose, hose!,” so I obligingly turned on the tap–with predictable results. I didn’t anticipate the sheer volume of water he ingested, but at play group a couple of hours later, it all came back to me, so to speak. 😉
In any case, here’s the aqua-man in action (HTML), including a few weekend sprinkler photos. As you can see, Dad-o wasn’t shy about getting in on the action, and Mom-o was a quick pro with the camera.
Finnterrogation
As I’d been unable to capture Finn’s auto-face-dunking on video, I tried to inspire him by blowing some bubbles of my own. Oh man, little did I know what I was getting into! See for yourself:
Now Finny periodically says “Bubbo!” and tries to drag me to the bath tub (regardless of time of day) for another session. I’ve been substituting regular viewings of this video, blowing his mind in the process. 🙂
Bathtime Bubbles
Lately the Squirrelmaster has gotten quite mobile in the tub (kind of a nervewracking development). His latest trick is to flop onto his belly & then to face-plant into the suds (“Bubbo!”). He pops up gasping and grinning like a madman. 🙂 Here are some shots I captured (HTML) of the proceedings.
Steeb & Steebie
It’s getting really fun to see and hear Finn string concepts & words together. Lately he’s been enjoying watching our neighbor Steve building a treehouse for his boys in their back yard.
Finn narrates the goings-on in staccato bursts: “Steeb! Saw! *Cut*!” He got a little confused when I tried to explain that Steve is a daddy, too: Finn started patting my chest, reassuring me (and himself) by saying “Dad-o!” (In fact, we get into a nice little call & response flow, with me patting his chest and saying “Finny,” and him replying with some pats on “Dad-o.”)
There’s also been some confusion with Stevie, the blind and moronic dog that lives over our other neighbors’ fence. Stevie howls when we enter our back yard, giving Finn a chance to do his killer coyote impression. Things get funny when Finn confuses the two names: “Steebie! T(r)eehouse!” and “Steeb! Yawwowooo!” I enjoy the image of grown man Steve & blind dog Stevie howling & operating power tools together.
Sociable Climber
Finnegan Ascendant! The young guy is getting serious about climbing things, all on his own (if you’ll let him). Just today he completed the first-ever San Jose Invitational Bi-Level Traversal (i.e. he climbed all the stairs up from basement). At lunch outside, he learned to pull himself up onto curbs using an overhead railing, and afterwards he decided to inaugurate his toilet-scaling practice.
Hey, great ideas, Finny: I was just saying how bored we’d be with a new baby in the house; good thing you’ve added a whole new dimension to your mobility! 😉
PS–Later in the evening he started trying to climb our stepped tonsu chest. The kid is becoming the human fly!
Lately the Finn-man has gotten waaay into playing hide and seek with us. Well, it’s a very simple form of the game: he takes one of us firmly by the hand, leads us to a spot, and then deposits us there, sometimes commanding “Down!” From there he’s off to the races, disappearing around a corner or the end of the car, only to come back moment later and shout “Boo!”
I find his commitment to the craft hilarious. He’s very clear about walking me to the end of the car in particular, then dropping me off–and getting a little miffed if I stray from my post! I mean, does Dad think this is child’s play or what??
Naturally photos are hard to come by during the goings-on, but I managed to snap a handful with my phone during a weekend garage session. Here they are (HTML).
Self Awareness
Yep, our little guy is now (essentially) saying his own name–with extreme gusto. Fortunately, unlike the artificial villain in the Terminator series, he has yet to unleash nuclear war on us. 🙂
Knights with d’Artagnan
“Ga-TO!” 🙂

Our neighbors’ cat d’Artagnan (aka Tuxstein, Tuxy, or just “you fat dumpling”) has been a good sport lately as Finny becomes more comfortable petting creatures, ascending the neighbors’ steps, and generally exploring the world. More pix to follow.
Finnellaney
We’ve fallen a bit behind in sharing some photos of the fam in action, so I’ve rounded up a gallery (HTML) of miscellaneous Finndustry. The gallery includes:
- A visit from our friends Tom, Sarah, and baby Harper
- A little lunchtime excursion with Hughes
- Some random fruit-tossing
- Flexing with Dad
- Watering with Mom
- …and screaming “Bacon!” 🙂
Roosters, Baby

- Hughes: “So, has Finn wrapped his head around the whole ‘new baby’ thing?”
- Me: “Well, he very sweetly hugs Margot’s belly and says ‘baby,’ but I don’t know how much he gets it. It’s like him seeing the Corn Flakes box and saying ‘cock-a-doodle-doo.'”
- Hughes: “Yeah, if you pulled a live chicken out of there, he’d probably freak out!”
Der Bomber
Lately Finn has taken a crazy shine to my ridiculous “Der Bomber” jacket, peering excitedly at the coat rack every time he walks past. Here’s a little video of him discussing “Bomb-O.” 🙂
The squirrel-man and his buddy Leo are a pretty inseparable pair. Lately we’ve had a little fun tossing Leo onto Finn’s (and everyone else’s) head as a hat. Here’s a little gallery (HTML) from the goings-on. 🙂

