About Finn

I can't remember if I've ever posted about how much I love my baby or not, so I thought I should do a little post about him. :) He's had a few rough things this week. First, he got thrush AGAIN. The purple you see is not ink from a pen, as one individual at the store asked me. Rather, it is gentian violet. It works well but is messy! I think Finn has had thrush at least a dozen times. Oh, and speaking of people at the store...an old man stuck his dirty old finger in Finn's mouth. Yep. Finn was sticking out his tongue and the man thought it was so cute he came right over and pushed it in with his finger. I didn't even say anything, I just made a whimpering sound. What else could I do? Another sad thing that happened to Finn this week is the same thing that happens several times every week. He likes to do this "leg-slam" thing. The first time he did it about a month ago, Chancho and I were in bed and thought somebody was banging on the door or something. Finn lifts both legs up high above his head and then just slams them down onto his mattress as hard as he can. Its the funniest (and loudest) thing. He does it over and over again and gets himself turned around and...often...when his legs come slamming down one of them gets caught in between the rails of his bed. I can never let him cry himself to sleep or back to sleep at night because I'm always afraid his leg has gotten caught again. It is often wedged in there really tight and is painful and red when I carefully lift it back out. We were talking about it at dinner and the kids came up with a few suggestions of how we could avoid this problem. First, Deedle suggested we line his crib with plastic. Then when we gently shot down that idea, Loumy brightened up and suggested we use sheets of metal. Hm...do any of you have any other less deadly suggestions? After one of these episodes, Finn will often need a little snuggle time watching sports with dad.

Finn hardly slept on Thursday or Friday night. I didn't know what the problem was. Saturday he started running a fever and I was cursing the dirty-old-man-finger from Walmart. But then I noticed that he would cry when he tried to lie his head down on my chest. I tugged gently on his earlobe and he screamed. Yep. Uncle John took a look for us and sure enough, bad infections in both ears! So, the little man has had a rough week. Poor baby. I think I may have said that a few too many times. Tonight Deedle came up to him in a soft voice and sweetly said, "oh, my little baby! you are so so so poor!"

And now I have a question for you. A few days ago Chancho found an old picture of me being held by my older brother, Aaron. He was amazed at it. He said that Finn looks exactly like me. He said several times the resemblance was "uncanny", which I think is a little overboard because, after all, I am his biological mother. But then the very next day my nephew Adam said, "Finn looks EXACTLY like Chancho. I mean EXACTLY. Its weird!" And that, is not uncanny or weird, either, because Chancho happens to be his biological father. But the vote seems split on who he looks like. Either Finn looks exactly as I did as a baby or exactly as Chancho does as an adult, apparently. So, what do you all think?