Finn would like everyone to know that he survived Thanksgiving at the cabin. Never a sure thing when you cram him, 6 adults, 3 dogs and an extremely flammable turkey fryer into a tiny little log structure way up in the woods.
He also wants everyone to know that his parents will be trying to up the pace on their blogging following a (modern-era) record poor showing in November. I'm sure he's getting beat up in daycare over it. I doubt he's getting wedgies, because really, who'd put their hands anywhere near a baby's diaper if they didn't have to.
In the meantime, here's a pic of Uncle Rob encouraging Finn to pull things out of Smokey's mouth. Don't worry, we took every precaution in case things got out of hand with their rough-housing. We had three Spider-man band-aids and some Infant Tylenol. Turns out you can fix anything with those supplies.