August 22, 2009
finn loves anna
Finn was missing his cousin this week, so he wanted to make her a card. In his words, he wanted it to say, "Finn loves Anna, but the heart is made of sparkly jewels." It's a little hard to see in this picture, but the sheer volume of "jewels" (he used an entire bag) would have been too much even for J Lo. But nothing is too extravagant when it comes to his cousin. He told me today, "Mama, I even love you as much as Anna!"
August 21, 2009
Boy, did I ever do a bad job of documenting our great trip to Houston! It was a wonderful time at Uncle Clintie and Aunt Sudi's, with Nana visiting, too. My favorite part was Finn and Anna together. They clicked from the first moment. Literally, they would get up in the morning and spend every moment together until bed. The best quote is when a smitten Finn said, "Anna, I love you!" She paused, and then politely said, "Thank you very much." (Later, she told him she loved him, too.)
Hopefully, better photos coming soon from Uncle Clintie!
August 10, 2009
And here's Finn doing the "Cha-Cha Slide" way past his bedtime at the block party.
A bunch of shots from the chaotic free-for-all that was this year's Kilbourn Ave. Block Party.
August 06, 2009
nine months old
As of today, Cormac has officially been on the outside as long as he was on the inside. Although the last time I checked, 40 weeks is technically 10 months, not nine. Yet, the myth of nine month pregnancy remains. Perhaps this is so women keep having babies, because the truth of double-digit months of pregnancy could be enough to endanger the future of the human race.
But I digress! I'm here to report that Cormac is the most delightful, cheerful, little ray of light in the world. And I'm totally not biased here. Whenever he ventures into a crowd, adults and children swarm to him--he smiles heartily to them, claps enthusiastically, and if you're lucky, waves. At a street festival last weekend, he had two tattooed biker chicks absolutely cooing over him when he cast his gummy grin on them.
In terms of temperament, Cormac can't be beat. He is amenable to pretty much any situation if he can sit on your lap. Go to the park with your brother? No problem--he'll just park himself in your lap. Pool with friends? Hey, as long as someone holds him in the shade, he's totally cool with that.
I do have to report that he does have a bit of separation anxiety, which I kind of take as a compliment. This beautiful baby prefers my company over all others--that's pretty awesome. But being Cormac, he cools down and settles into someone else's lap, and is fine in no time.
He has finally learned to crawl, and really getting around. As soon as I get my video camera fixed, I will post movies of his patented army-crawl-on-tippy-toes. He is into everything, and everything he gets his hands onto goes into his mouth. I had forgotten how all the rules change when they start crawling--I spend all the time that I'm not holding him staying five feet in front of him, baby-proofing as I go.
People are always telling me what a sweet, gorgeous baby he is. And instead of entertaining false modesty, I'm always like, "I know! I seriously have never seen a cuter baby in my entire life." (Finn, you're a close second, but you screamed a lot when you were a baby, which tamped down the cute. If it's any consolation, you have more than compensated for it now.)
Happy nine-month birthday, Cormac! Promise me you won't grow up too fast.
(p.s. Finn took this photo. Isn't it great?)
August 04, 2009
quotable Finn, July/August edition
Me: "Finn, you're the cutest little boy ever!"
Finn: "Don't forget smart!"
[After the dog has chewed up the top of one of his sippy cups and is undoubtably going to get in trouble. By the way, he is totally just covering for Santos--he is not thrilled about this either.]
"THANK you, Santos! Look, Mommy! He chewed a bigger hole in here so it is easier to drink."
[After telling him that we were going to Texas to visit Uncle Clint and Aunt Sudi]
(pause) "Will we need to take a horse to Texas?"
"My brain told me that I should have jellybeans if I eat all my dinner."
"Mama, why did God make freeways if there's still traffic?"
[When I was dressed up and ready to go out for the evening]
"Mama, I like your hair, your dress, your necklace, your lip color, and the color of your skin."
Two bonus ones from the little girls down the street on behalf of Cormac:
Brooke: "Lisa, why is Cormac's face so cute?"
Rowan (to the tune of "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning") "Oh, what a beautiful Coooorrrmacc! Oh, what a beautiful daaayyy!"
summer in the OIP
The weather has been pretty wonderful lately. And one of the things I love the most about summer is the impromptu Friday afternoons in the front yard. Someone brings pizzas, someone brings wine, and we've got a party.
By the way, Finn took about half of these photos. Can you guess which ones?