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?
Calling Linda Richman…
“I’ll give you a tawpic: Coughy talk. It’s neither truly coughing nor talking. Discuss.”
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 :-):
Rub a dub dub, there’s a squirrel in the tub… 🙂
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. 🙂
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.
Q. Hey, when do you think we can officially consider Finn ticklish?
A. Oh, right about now…! 🙂
Well, I can’t claim it’s our most cinematic outing with the video camera (to say the least), but I thought it would be fun to film Finn trying to capture the latest object of his “Get That In My Mouth” campaign–namely, dad’s hair.
Lately when I’ve had him sitting or standing on my chest, he makes a beeline for my face, then starts trying to gnaw the top of my head. In this vid you might notice that my hair is already wet from a few previous chomps. Fortunately, unlike with my face, he can’t break the skin up there!
As Margot mentioned earlier, we’ve just started offering Finn some solid chow. Man, he takes to that stuff like it’s his job! I captured a gallery of his first bites (HTML), as well as a little video from a follow-up feeding, below. My mom says that when she first offered me some solids, I lunged at the spoon. Now I know what she meant!
Our amigo enjoys a little popping and locking with the Old Man. Can sessions of “Dance On My Chest*” be far behind? 🙂
*Formerly played with Uncle Ted, who at 6’4″ is just a bit too large for the game anymore.
We’re spending lots of time figuring out new ways to make Finn laugh. He seems to really enjoy funny noises, whistling, and being tickled on the belly. To that end, I have been giving him some “chicken”…which comes from a former colleague of mine who would ask you to hold out your hand, at which point he’d form his fingers into a “beak” and peck at your hand while saying “bok bok bok”. Since Finn can’t really offer me his hand very reliably, I give him chicken on his belly and his cheeks, which are guaranteed to elicit some big smiles and laughs.
Our Finn-o is starting to anticipate more and more, and this naturally leads to good fun making him wait for some “zerberts” on the belly, then delivering the goods! Today we got in some laughs in the back yard. Enjoy. 🙂
In addition to taking evening walks, Margot & I really enjoy reading Finn all sorts of books. (I calculated that we’ve read Goodnight Moon easily 120 times by now!*) In this video I attempt to enthrall our little reader with tales of aerospace adventure. 🙂
* Each time, just to keep things fresh/be weird, I try to make a new reference to the illustrator’s smoking habit–one “cured” by Photoshop! (Margot is an eye-rolling good sport.)
Q. “Hey, Finn, what are you up to these days?”
A. “Oh, about 2-foot-one…” 😉
File under “Morning Becomes Adorable” 😉
Just when you thought it was safe to go near the play mat…
daaaah NUH, daaaah NUH, daaaah NUH…
We used to think that Finnegan was part whale, but now we know the truth: he’s actually a voracious Great White Shark! Make the mistake of venturing too near his maw, and you’ll soon feel like Roy Scheider in Jaws.
The kid’s devotion to getting anything & everything possible into his boca is impressive–and it’s *growing* :-). Behold what happened just after I tried to wipe away a little drool:
Cue the James Brown: “Papa’s got a brand new Bob! (Heeey!)”
Man, who woulda thought I’d get to the point of raving about a sweet, sweet new stroller?? And yet here we are. 🙂
Margot, knowing Finn’s & my shared penchant for long weekend walks, scored us a pretty terrific Father’s Day gift–namely a silky-smooth, fast-wheeling Bob stroller. Check it out!
She gave it a bit early (yesterday) so that we could enjoy a full weekend’s worth of rolling funder (oh jeez…). Behold!
Thanks again, Nut! ;-D
“In a world gone mad… Can one young hero navigate the Terrycloth Frog all the way into his mouth??”
Suspenseful, isn’t it? 🙂 Tune in below to watch the Finnster try to put these new “hands” of his to practical use:
Small man on the big screen! 😀
Just press Play, below…