Finn’s been figuring out contractions lately. This morning he said, “We aren’tn’t,” which sounds like aren’t-ent. My favorite remains, “I amn’t,” which is, of course, usually screamed.
We’ve entered the world of YouTube.
Finn turned three today, so we had a mini-celebration with the Heffs this morning. The plan was to walk over and buy cupcakes at our favorite shop around the corner, but when we got there it was closed. So, we just bought cake mix and frosting at the local CVS and made the cupcakes at home. Finn was very excited to get to help use the electric mixer. The kids decorated their cupcakes with M&Ms and wolfed them down (well, except our delicate eater, Charlie).
After the Heffernans left, we had our usual quiet time with a show (his current favorite, Yo Gabba Gabba), with the plan being that when the show was over it would be nap time. I figured he was really hopped up on sugar and could be difficult to get down. However, when I came back in to check on him about 20 minutes later, he was passed out on the couch. Always cute.
I took the boys to Descanso Gardens this morning, and braved the cold (Eek! 58 degrees!). We had walked up to see the ducks in their usual hang-out, but none were there. As we walked back along the road, we discovered a goose and two ducks wandering around. Then they formed a line — the goose first, then the ducks. Ezra and Finn couldn’t help but join in, and soon they were in line behind the animals, flapping their arms, Ezra shouting “Quack, quack!” and Finn shouting, “Cack, cack!” I only had my iPhone camera with me so I wasn’t quite fast enough to capture the best moment, but these pictures will have to suffice.
The boys decided they wanted to do a little “cleaning” today, so after fighting over the Swiffer WetJet for a while, they finally settled on scrubbing the kitchen counter. It started off fairly tame — despite Finn yelling constantly for me to turn the water on higher — but by the end the soap usage was off the charts and there were suds everywhere. I’m certain that portion of the counter has never been cleaner.
Ezra ran the gamut of emotions today.
This week has been weird as far as weather goes. Monday morning it poured; yesterday it was sunny and mid-80s. The boys were delighted with the rain and dressed in all their rain gear Monday for our outing to one of the local indoor playgrounds. Ezra ran straight to the car, but Finn lingered to fully utilize his umbrella under the area where the roof comes together and creates quite a stream of water. I just can’t get over how cute he looks in his rain gear.
Finn, like most kids his age, has some very fun pronunciations and phrases. Ezra did, too, but I failed to write them down and now I can’t remember most of them. So, I’m not making that mistake again. Here are some of my favorites:
coo me = excuse me (usually shouted from the back seat of the car while Bruce and I are talking)
nakim = napkin
douf = mouth (as in, “Can I put bankie in my douf?”)
Joe O Os = Joe’s Os (i.e., Trader Joe’s version of Cheerios)
ban-a-a = banana
beasure tape = measuring tape (from his toy tool box)
cass = class (“Mommy, you work in my cass?”)
cool = school (“I go to cool today???”)
bilk = milk
cooch me in = scooch me in (usually shouted at meal time)
e-meal or a-meal = oatmeal
that guy = anyone (male or female) who isn’t Bruce, Ezra, or me
no, one minute = yes (in response to the question, “Finn, are you poopy?”)
Like father, like sons.
We had the Heffs over for a play date yesterday and decided to do some egg dyeing. Ezra had done this at school on Wednesday, but this was Finn’s first time. He was, as expected, not the most patient egg-dyer. His eggs came out very light colored, and instead of using the little wand to retrieve them, he just stuck his whole hand in the cup. It was pretty comical — and messy — and a good time was had by all.
Finn peeling his egg:
This week’s gymnastics class had a big finish — the kids got to swing out over the pit on a big rope, while, theoretically, other kids threw big foam blocks at them. Fun ensued.
In typical fashion, Finn totally passed out yesterday after school. And, he looked like such a Cottage kid — paint on his face, hands stained red from the food coloring in the squirt bottles, naked but for a Pull-Up — that I had to capture the moment.
I was working on a video yesterday in iMovie and I came across this old video (from February 2008) in my archives. Ezra is almost 3 and Finn is almost 1. I love how intently Finn watches Ezra during parts of it. I also love how Finn just can’t quite get the blocks into the box.
A couple of weeks ago, Ezra and I were at Target and he picked out a new pool for us — the squirting giraffe pool. It was in the mid-80s this weekend so we pumped it up, filled it up, and let the kids loose. Ezra decided the pool had to face the playhouse because the dragon he made (“Dragony”) is there. We also have the added bonus of the zip line this year:
As a note, even though Finn is yelling that it’s his turn next, he refused to go. A little while later, he finally agreed, but only when Bruce was holding him.
Before the swimming could take place, Finn had to have a chat with the giraffe to let him know what was going to happen. I couldn’t hear him very clearly from my vantage point, but I believe he told the giraffe that he and Ezra were going to take a bath in him.
Bruce and the boys planted our summer garden over the weekend. After last year’s failed attempt (for which I take full credit, having caused the late June/early July drought while Bruce was in Korea), I’m eager to see results from the planting. I’m also quite thrilled that Bruce has no plans to travel this summer.