Tiny Tribe: Friends Forever

I don't think I could do anything to increase the cute quotient here, so I'm just going to repost this picture of Finn & John from Jena's blog and encourage you to follow the link below for even more from a clearly awesome hair day.

Tiny Tribe: Friends Forever: Story People by Brian Andreas  http://www.storypeople.com/ This is a dress-up box for the future & it's filled with stuff like courage...

Grandma

When I think about my Grandma McCall, I think of three things:

1. Fraggle Rock
2. Little Caesar's pizza
3. Laughter

She introduced me to the first two, and while she didn't exactly introduce me to laughter, she certainly filled the air with it.

Unfortunately, the air is going to be a little less laughter-filled, as Finn's Great-Grandmother Christine McCall passed away tonight.

I'm thankful that Finn was able to meet Grandma McCall, even if he probably won't remember it.  He will remember Fraggle Rock - since I make him watch it - and I know that his Grandma Parker will be passing along the laughter that her mother gave to her.

Rest in peace, Grandma.  We miss you.

This One is for the Moms

I don't think I can say it any better than Finn did, so I'll just let this picture of his Mother's Day gift do the talking.

Kitty - And to think how much we loved you even BEFORE you developed this soup addiction.

To all the Moms out there, Happy Mother's Day!  Have a bowl of soup on us!

Gone Fishing

The last couple of weeks have rated exceptionally high on the Scale of Ninja Cuteness.  In other words, he has been AWESOME.

This is both a blessing and a curse.  A blessing for Kitty and me, and a curse for the blog, because no one wants to read about how attentive and adorable a kid is, unless we're reading about how attentive and adorable he is while pooping on the floor.

I've got nothing like that.  The best I can offer is this picture of him fishing for catfish.

See what I did there?  It's our cat.  And he's got a fishing pole.

Ha!

I hope he poops on the floor soon, because I can't keep this level of comedic genius up.

During these dry times, here are some quotes that I gathered over the last couple of months for just a time like this:

On his future career:

Finn:  Daddy, I don't think we should be firefighters any more.  I think maybe we should be policemen.

Me:  Why?

Finn:  Because if you don't know where the fire is, you can't find it and you can't be a firefighter.

Me:   But someone will tell us where the fire is, like in Fireman Sam.

Finn:  Daddy, that's in a different country.

After being told that he can't watch TV any more because watching TV has a tendency to make him go a little bonkers, due to lack of activity:

Finn:  Daddy, can I watch TV?

Me:  No, TV is making you crazy.

Finn:  I know, some YouTube will settle me down.

Me:  No, that's the same thing.  You'll still get crazy.   If you want to watch something, I'll let you watch some basketball with me.  That'll get some energy out.

Finn:  What if I don't want to watch basketball?

Me:  Then we can go outside and play.

Finn:  I don't know.  I think I'd rather get crazy.

Poser

At least that roster fee wasn't a total waste.  

I was even able to convince him to head down to the field immediately after the photo for the game - or at least, to the pizza place right down the street from the field, then to the playground immediately next to the field, then to a seat right next to the dugout, then... home.

Ah well.  His 2012 playing career appears to have been just one game shy of Archibald "Moonlight" Graham's.  Maybe James Earl Jones will play Finn in the movie too.

Next year.

Hopping

Here's a little math for you:

1 week off of daycare
+
2 sick parents
+
1 sick kid
=
?

I'll tell you what it equals:  some terrible parenting and a whole bunch of episodes of Mighty Machines.  The most common question heard in our house last week?  "Can I watch another one?"  The most common answer?  "Yes.  Yes, you can."

I love those sassy Canadian trucks.

On the plus side, the weather has been awesome for the last week or so.  Gorgeous and sunny and very un-Seattle-like.  Unfortunately, that has not convinced Finn to pick the tee-ball bat back up, so we've now officially thrown in the towel.  And right before the team picture, dagnabit.  I haven't returned the uniform yet, so maybe I'll try to still sneak him into the picture as we're handing it back in...

In any event, if they started playing tee-ball on top of a new mattress, I could guarantee that Finn would be all over it.  Mattress-hopping is the first sport that I've seen him genuinely enjoy.

This one is for the grandparents.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a tee-ball photobomb to plan.

The End is Near

Finn:     Happy Birthday Daddy

Daddy: Do you remember how old I am?

Finn:    38!

Daddy: Well I was 38, but now I'm 39 today.

Finn:    WOW! That is much more than 38! That's too old!

Daddy: Well it is my last year before...

Finn (to Mommy): You're not old.

Mommy: Amen to that!

Happy Birthday to the best husband and father I know. Enjoy your last year!!