a tex mex lover's sentence

finnie's first sentence...heard while pretending to run a tacos shop out of a large plastic storage container:

"Three tacos please, dada, thanks."

Such a polite boy!

baby pavarotti

my dad was over on sunday evening to eat a gigantic ribeye and a monstrous baked potato for fathers day. after dinner, he went and got josh's guitar from the bedroom and started playing a few songs that he likes to sing. finnegan came and sat on a pillow on top of the couch and looked at him curiously. then, during a chorus, finnie started singing "la la la" EVERYTIME my dad would pause for the next line.

and it seemed to be on time and rhythm with the song until it was about to end when finnie threw his chin up and his head back and closed his eyes and belted out "LAAAAAA" and then looked at me like he wasn't sure if he was finnie anymore. was he the most famous cantante del mundo?

i could shoot myself for not having a video of it. but honestly i was laughing too hard to do anything but, well, laugh. and hope he never stopped.

fwimmun

toiletries

i organized the bathroom cabinets today. you know folded the sheets and towels super neat, wiped down the ugly geese and ribbons wallpaper on the shelves, and went to garden ridge and bought baskets for everything. it all looks really good. well, as good as a rent house with ugly fixtures and cheap cabinets can look.

and just now i was in the doorway looking at the shower, thinking how i could organize that area and noticed a bottle of feigned funky, de-gunkify cleaning shampoo that has been traveling with josh and i throughout our relationship. i think this one bottle of shampoo was josh's when he and rhiannon lived together. and then when we moved in together it was there. and now that we've lived here almost two years, i'm thinking someone likes that gunk buildup on his hair. or he's just been using my shampoo. hmmm....

a little shade

some growth observations

finnie is growing cognitively in leaps and bounds. so i want to jot down a few of the things josh and i found amazing over the weekend. he literally will go to sleep one night being confused by a phrase or not knowing how to express a need and wake up the next morning expressing away with ease. for anyone who doesn't have kids this may be hard to imagine and for anyone who does it might be boring but i can't help think that my kid is the most amazing little pickle on the face of this earth. so once again: kids do funny things to an otherwise emotionally in-control person. you get the urge to gush. a lot. about poop and talking. anyway:

-he knows where we are when we are driving. if we go down brodie lane he starts saying "dada work?" or on the end of my dad's street he knows that we're going to "papa, house? drums?". even in lubbock this weekend he knew after the first few times that we were pulling up to chris's house without telling him where we were.

-we got him a shape sorter and it's taken him about six days to become totally proficient at it. he also names the shapes with out prompting while he's sorting. for all the octogon, pentagon, hexagon like shapes it's "hex-gon?"

-he recognizes most of his letters (i think it's only j and v that he doesn't really know and he gets c and g confused and m and n) but he'll just walk around playing with a puzzle or something and say "a, apple?" "c, cookie?" over and over again.

-he chatter boxes like quaker parrot. repeating everything from "breakable" to "endorsed it" to "condo" and says what he wants too. like "finnie, fwimmun? pool?" and everything is a question and not a question at the same time.

so that's just somethings...it's been a long weekend full of six hour trips, funerals, real estate hunting, beer can chicken, coopers barbeque twice, food poisioning from bad italian food and in laws. and a good time was had by all. pretty rare right? like i said. i'm a lucky girl.