We took Finn out to a local pumpkin patch this weekend, to see what he’d think of all the enormous orange gourds amidst the hay bales. Since he’d just awoken from a nap (to coordinate our outing with our neighbors Long, Suzanne, and their 8-week old daughter Madison), he was pretty spaced out most of the time.
Check out the photo gallery (HTML) and you’ll see that he certainly gave Fat Albert a run for his money. If he could speak, he would definitely have said “Hay hay hay!,” while he tried to poke handfuls of the stuff into his mouth. And having experimented unsuccessfully with eating a lone Cheerio the other day, Finn decided to cut out the middleman, eating whole grains right off the sheaf. John says our little hayseed is really going against the grain (ba-dum, tssch!).
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The Newest F.O.S.
This weekend, our friend Maria Brenny, a.k.a. “Maria-Upon-Hallmark”, flew in from Kansas City . We may need to change her moniker to Maria F.O.S. (Friend of Squirrel), based on her recent antics with Finny.
Maria’s in California to do some freelance photography, and she pitstopped in S.J. to spend some time with us and meet Finn. We had a great time, and worked in as many laughs and as much jargon-slinging as possible. She snapped some really nice shots of our little threesome, and we got a few cute ones with her and Finn. Here’s the gallery (HTML).
We didn’t have a chance to play Scrabble or fill her in on all of our current slang, so she’ll just have to come back for another visit!
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Tubmaster General
Wagons, Ho!
Finn is very interested in practicing his walking, and he even has a little Radio Flyer wagon to balance against while he pushes it. He’s getting so good he almost doesn’t need one of us to steady him! When he got kind of pooped out the other day, I popped him in there with his little bear (who was also sporting a blue stripy shirt much like Finn’s) and gave them a ride.
Of course the little guy works up a sweat (or at least gets his paws pretty dirty), so baths are essential. Now that Finn has migrated to the “big boy bathtub”, we have our very own “Ballintubber Abbey,” complete with stained glass window. (This of course makes a bathtime Finn our Ballintubber Abbot!).
Here are some pics from his recent adventures (HTML), both in and out of the tub.
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Little Green Riding Hood
We’ve had a fun weekend with Mr. Finn, a.k.a. Little Green Riding Hood. He has this little outfit that’s called a “sleep’n’play”, complete with hood. I guess it’s the hood that turns it into “‘n’play” instead of just pj’s. As we were cavorting with him on Saturday (all of us in pj’s) we snapped these pics (HTML).
Finn had his first bath in the real “big boy” bathtub this weekend, too. We thought he might be freaked by the vastness of the tub, but he absolutely loved it. There was lots of splashing, squealing, and even some pseudo-backstroking.
Today I went to the spa today with my friend Mira for a few hours of soaking, scrubbing, saunaing, and relaxing. It was great, and while we were away, Finn and John went to a place called Rancho San Antonio with Mira’s husband Bruce and daughter Anja. It’s popular for parents and kiddies (we call it a stroller derby) because you can stroll in the great outdoors at a working farm and see lots of different farm animals. John says there were lots of “big turkeys” wandering around the farm, and I’m pretty sure he means actual birds, not just middle-management Silicon Valley types. Sounds like the boys had a fun time. I came back from the spa with skin almost as soft as Finny’s!
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Magnificent Seven
Seven months, seven teeth! The Finnster has been with us 215 days (!) and just keeps getting better and better. 🙂
Today he took me on a little walking tour of the back yard, taking his first steps on grass. Finn is way into all things stringy/fringy/frilly these days, and the grass really threw him for a loop. First he stood on his left foot, pawing the grass inquisitively with his right, after which he switched sides and pawed with the left. Once he found his footing (literally), Finn took me on a culinary tour of all the backyard plants, attempting to snack on each one we passed.
Here’s a little gallery (HTML) of the guy taken over the last few days. Seeing him nicely lit as he sat on the “Dipetorium,” I exclaimed, “Finn, dude, you’ve gotta warn me if you’re gonna be radiating that much cuteness. I’ve gotta have time to prepare!”
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“The Finest Cut of the Finny”
Our prime directive with FInny right now is to ensure that as much hilarity as possible ensues when we’re all together. There is always a lot of singing, whistling, making funny noises, and other assorted shenanigans for our 26-inch tall audience. In the clip above, Finn was walking the line between tired-fussy and overstimulated-happy. I chose to err on the side of more stimulation and possible laughs, and what better place to start than the belly button?
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Secret (Toothy) Squirrel
Finn is turning into one toothy fella! In the past week or so, several of his upper teeth have emerged–both his two front teeth and his two top incisors. I was so focused on waiting for them to appear that I totally missed the lower incisor that was coming in at the same time. Then when I caught a glimpse of his open maw (waiting for cereal and peas, no doubt), there it was, the Secret Tooth!
All those choppers, even though they’ve not fully dropped into position, are really changing the look of our little guy’s face. He looks more like a little boy and less like a little baby each day. We were out visiting with our neighbors this afternoon and our friend Karen absolutely could not resist doing the “Grandma cheek pinch” on our squirrel. Sorry Finno, but I think you’re doomed to a lifetime of people coming at you with fingers ready to pinch that adorable face!
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Coughy Talk
Calling Linda Richman…
“I’ll give you a tawpic: Coughy talk. It’s neither truly coughing nor talking. Discuss.”
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Build a little Birdhouse
Coming back from Seattle early yesterday was both great and awful. Great because I got to hightail it out of Seattle, with its accompanying bad mojo, and back to the lovin’ arms of my boys. Awful because in the melee of racing to the airport and getting to the gate to catch said earlier flight, I lost my cell phone and got pretty bummed about all the work chaos as I sat staring out the plane window.
I’ve been in a weird place today. I think I’m kind of grieving for all of the work I put into WaMu for the past 6 years, and my bad mood kind of rubbed off on Finn a little. I yelled at my new (sucky) cell phone and it really freaked him out. I apologized of course, cleared my head and showered him with cuddles, and we both moved on.
Finn’s got some new toys, and right now his current fave is the little birdhouse and stuffed birdies that our pal Clare gave him. It’s so cute–you can stick the little birds in through the roof, or through a door in the side, and the birdhouse is transparent so you can see the avian chums hanging out in there. Clare, who is an avid birder and vegetarian, may be slightly dismayed to know that Finn’s really got a taste for fowl! All four of them have been introduced to his gaping maw. I think he likes the quail the best. (Sorry Clare! But really, if something ends up in his mouth, it means he LOVES it!)
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The Mother & Child Reunion
Q. What’s the best thing about a trillion-dollar national financial meltdown that destroyed Mom’s employer somewhere in the middle of the night? (Okay, what’s the only good thing about it?)
A. Mom gets to come home early from Seattle!
Sorry for the mixed news. Finno and I had our first night flying Mom-free last night (Margot’s first overnight trip away from her boys), and although he was a perfect gent who gave Dad no trouble, we’re happy that Mom was able to book an early flight home.
To celebrate, here’s a wee gallery (HTML) of great shots of the two of them together.
It’s Monday, and on the off chance you need something pretty undeniably sweet to brighten the start of the work week, we present the following uncut hilarity :-):
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Wash n’ Walk
It’s a day in the life of Old Man Finnegan: “Y’know,” says Margot, “some strollin’, some splashin’…” The little guy looks sharp as he trades his birthday suit for some Polo duds from our cousins the Nadiles. Here’s the gallery (HTML).
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Finnegan Rockwell
No hobo-stick required. 😉
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Bathtime for the Birdman
Rub a dub dub, there’s a squirrel in the tub… 🙂
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Walker, Finnegan Ranger!
The Ministry of Silly Walks isn’t just for Monty Python anymore: At six months of age, little Crazylegs Finn is sporting his own ambulatory antics:
The small man is bombing around the whole house these days, even venturing outside a couple of times. We love how he throws in little goose-steps, pirouettes, and Elvis-grade pelvic wiggles at completely bizarre moments. 🙂
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Scorn & Quash the Corn n’ Squash
Goofballs that we are, we keep coming up with tons of new argot for all things Finn-related. Sometimes exhaustion has something to do with it, too, as in the case of “Scorn and Quash.” That’s what happens to Gerber Corn and Squash baby food when it’s being offered by Zombie-mom to little Finno.
Here are a few other terms we’ve coined:
- Bug-Eyed Larry: What Finn becomes when moving from the brightly lit kitchen to his more dimly lit bedroom after bath time. His eyes become saucer-sized!
- Dipetorium: The changing table
- Eye-rubba: (or “I, Rubba”) what a verrrry tired FInn does when he’s ready to go down for a nap or down for the night
- Hooteling: Finn’s happy sounds, in the crib, on the play mat, while in the stroller. A series of slightly falsetto hooting/cooing sounds
- Dr. Drey: As you know, we call Finn the Squirrel. A squirrel’s nest (Finn’s crib) is a drey. John’s love of old-school rap morphed our Squirrel into Dr. Drey!
- Smear the Mirror: The game we play when Finn reaches for his reflection. [Time to invest in more Windex. –J.]
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Power to the Babies!
“You know what I’d make the blog entry? ‘Three words: Cuter Every Day.'” — Margot
Heh–yeah, that pretty much sums it up. In the latest gallery (HTML) you can see the wee man cavorting with M&D, decked out for revolutionary fun in a rad “Power to the Babies” tee from our pal Whitney.
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Goodbye Baby, Hello Tot!
Well, we’re officially declaring an end to Finn’s infant stage. He’s moved very comfortably into being a tot. What’s the difference? Well, according to our unscientific poll (respondents include me, John, and our babysitter, Carol), there are some significant achievements that catapult a baby into tot-hood. The biggies include rolling from front to back and back to front, deliberate reaching, grabbing, and object manipulation, laughing, eating baby food, having teeth (#3 just appeared yesterday!), sitting up, and the ability to self-entertain.
Another thing that we think marks totdom is the fact that we are able to communicate with Finn and he with us. No, we’re not discussing Nietzsche, but we are able to tell when he wants things, when he’s happy, tired, or working on some new skills. Speaking of which, John is helping him “walk” towards me right now!
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Best. Photo. Ever.
Happy Friday. 🙂
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Squirrels Gone Wild, Part Deux
I recently warned my friend and soon-to-be-dad Hughes that if he thought pets were bad about bringing out the goofiest in a person (stuff that’d cause your guy friends to disown you in a heartbeat), wait’ll he has a child. 😉 Margot sometimes asks what I’m chattering to Finn, and I have to assure her that it’s too ridiculous to repeat. Exhibit A: Our little “Managing the Danger” routine:
As it happens, both Margot and I are out of town today (her in Seattle, me in Las Vegas), leaving the small guy in Carol’s excellent care. Margot gets home late tonight, but I won’t see Finn again until Saturday–my first overnight absence since his birth. I miss him already, but I’m sure Ted Nack (due to join me here in a few hours) will help keep things interesting until I return on Saturday.