29 January 2015

This Is My Life...With Finn

On Monday, Finn and I braved Shoprite to gather some things before Snowmageddon hit, and two Latina ladies walked past chatting. Finn looked up at me and said, "Those two were talking crazy!" I replied, "No, honey. They were talking in Spanish."

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This is a picture of someone saying, "NO!"

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I tweeted this picture already, but I love that he sleeps with books
the way most kids sleep with stuffed animals.

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As you may or may not know, Finn has a very good friend named Charlotte. Char and Finn are great fun to watch interact. Don't be surprised when they get married to each other some day. Now, because Charlotte takes dance classes Friday mornings, Finn decided HE wants to take dance classes on Friday mornings. The first time we took him, he HATED it. When Christine (Charlotte's mom) asked Finn what he thought of dance class his response was literally a growl.
"Finn, what did you think of dance class?"
So, we dropped it until a few weeks later when he insisted on going again and he LOVES it now. All of this is to set up part of a conversation overheard on the way home from dance this past week.
Finn: That's hurting my brain!
Charlotte: That hurts MY feelings!
Oh yes, we can hear the wedding bells already.

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He has decided to be like me and wear a scarf on occasion.
Of course, his favorite is the frilly purple one.

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He has taken to calling me "My Darling" lately. He also says "You're welcome" when he should be saying "Thank you." So, if you compliment him like, "Hey Finn, great job building that block tower!" He will respond, "You're welcome." My favorite example of both things happened the other day (week?). He had finished pooping and needed help wiping. As I was wiping his butt I said, "Wow Finn, that's a big poop!" To which he replied, "You're welcome, My Darling!"

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He's still trying to master putting on his own coat.
This happens more times than he'd probably like me to say.

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This is a picture of Finn riding on his own motorcycle.
The black splotch is his helmet. Safety first!

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Yesterday, as we were cleaning up after Bible study, I looked up and Finn was standing in the middle of the chapel, by the pews, with his pants around his knees. When I asked him what he was doing he said, "My penis keeps falling out of my underwear pants." Oh, how my friends who were still there giggled. But I fixed him up, pulled up his pants and moved on with what I was doing.

Later that evening, Finn went upstairs to get ready for bed, but then came down (to talk to Josh on the phone) with new underpants on, but he had them on backwards. I asked him if that's so his penis doesn't fall out anymore and he said yes. So then Deacon said, "But now your butt might fall out!" A look of horror flashed across Finn's face and his hand flew to his butt to check it out. He was relieved to find his button was, in fact, still fully covered.

And this is pretty much every day. I love this kid and I will be pretty sad when he goes to kindergarten next year. He really does keep things interesting and he truly makes me laugh.

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13 January 2015

We Have Some Wild Kratts Kids Here!

For Zeke's birthday present this year we got tickets to see Wild Kratts Live! at the MPAC (Morristown Performing Arts Center). The show was Sunday (my birthday - which was a great day) and oh, man, did we have a good time! For those who have never seen the show Wild Kratts, it's a show done by 2 real life zoologist brothers (from New Jersey) who teach the kids about animals both in live action sequences and animation adventures. It's really clever and highly enjoyable and as Zeke wants to be a zoologist when he grows up, it's one of his favorite programs. He was also Chris Kratt for Halloween this past year. 

We gave Zeke the tickets on his birthday, but I think he might have been a little underwhelmed with the gift, not fully realizing what it meant. What made that harder was Josh and I had no idea what the show would actually be like, so we didn't even really know what to tell him except that we would be seeing Chris and Martin Kratt live. However, as it got closer, and as we talked up seeing Chris and Martin more and more, they all got a bit more excited.

Yes, they each have a homemade creature power suit. Yes, they all wore their homemade creature power suits to the show. And yes, their homemade creature power suits were way cooler than the factory made creature power suits they were selling in the MPAC lobby. Or so we think anyway. Once we were in our seats though, the level of excitement rose exponentially. 

Look at Deacon's face. If you can believe it, those eyes and that smile (as did the eyes and smiles of both of his brothers) got even BIGGER when this happened:

IT'S ACTUALLY CHRIS AND MARTIN KRATT!! AHHHH!! YAY!! WHOO-HOO!! And all that jazz. Zeke looked like he was going to burst into tears at any second when the Kratt brothers popped up on stage. Deacon curled himself into a ball and squeezed in next to me, probably to stop himself from literally exploding. And Finn, well, will was just so into it. He cheered and yelled and clapped and bounced in his seat and called out answers to every question the Kratt brothers asked the audience. He was so much fun to watch even some of the other parents around us got a kick out of him.

Not the best picture, but my screen was completely black so I had no idea what I was getting a picture of until we got home and I edited the brightness levels. I think it shows how enthralled with it all he was though. All 5 of us really enjoyed the show. It was a great birthday present for Zeke, and a great birthday "present" for me as I had the best time watching my boys have the best time. Not that they're reading this, but in case they ever do: 

Thank you Chris and Martin Kratt for all that you do. You guys are the best! Love, the Walter family.

05 January 2015

And Now He's Nine

Somehow my baby turned 9 this past Saturday. To commemorate the event we took everyone bowling (just like last year). By everyone I mean the five of us, all 6 grandparents, 2 aunts, and all 7 members of the Farrell Family. See?

Here's the birthday boy after rolling the ball down the alley. Clearly he cares about what happens. 

After bowling we all (minus the Farrell Family) came back to the house for presents (thank you again to everyone for the great gifts):

and for cake (that's chocolate cupcakes with chocolate chips in it, and chocolate frosting with chocolate sprinkles):

After everyone left we had a special birthday lasagna for the special birthday boy, followed by some showers and some Scooby-Doo.

Happy Birthday Ezekiel! We love you and we can't wait to see what this year brings for you!