Here's a video from last weekend I almost forgot about. (Sorry, Facebook folks, I don't know why it embeds in the blog and not there.) I was trying to keep Finn away from some candles at the wedding reception and he decided I had pushed him so hard he had to fall down. Repeatedly.
This is far from the first time he's done this, but as you can see, he needs to work on the realism a bit if he hopes to have a real future in physical comedy.
Hey, did you know August is almost over? Ours went something like this: out of town, out of town, wedding, wedding, done. Also this week, I started school again, and we've reached that stage of pregnancy where we probably should get the hospital bag packed. Whew!
And now we're off to wine country for what looks to be another lovely wedding... Have a great weekend!
Today Finn and I took our first decent walk since I sprained my ankle. We hit the bakery (fresh bread, yay!), the park, the library (threebooks, yay!) the hardware store (stepstool that allows Finn to use the kitchen sink - so far, a mixed blessing). We were hindered by the fact that my hips and back have fully caught on that I am REALLY REALLY pregnant, but helped by the fact that we now have matching shoes, which makes us super awesome. Saturday night we went to Alan and Margaret's wedding celebration. Finn got a haircut and some new duds for the occasion, so he looked pretty snazzy, and he had an absolutely wonderful time. Haircuts always make him look so much older. He loved having Grandpa Jon here for the weekend, too, but apparently we didn't get any pictures of them together. He says "Grandpa" something like "Banta," and was very confused to see Banta at our house at first, and was NOT happy a couple days later when Banta got out of the car to go get on the plane.
That's about all our news, except that Jonathan had a pretty horrible flu on Sunday, and we've pretty much settled on a name for Finn's little brother. Any guesses? More pictures at Flickr.
As an early present for my parents' 40th wedding anniversary and my mom's 60th birthday (double yay!), Becky and Justin (well, Becky) gave birth to Wyatt Jon Fortney, 7 lbs, 14 oz, Thursday the 13th, at 3:48 p.m. Here is the happy grandma with her newest grandchild: Here is Finn examining the very small person. Now, before you watch this video, and charge Finn with cousin abuse, please note that he was merely trying to push on Wyatt's seat buckle. He was NOT trying to squish his stomach. As far as I could tell. At the time. Big sister Jamie is supervising.
Finn is a little boy. Apparently there are things that little boys often like. Through no encouragement of my own, Finn likes vehicles. Cars, trucks, and especially tractors. "Tractah! Big!" We visited the tractors on the farm in Iowa at least twice a day. I bet he would have slept out there. Boy, I should have let him.... He clambered up the metal ladder by himself, and had a great time with the various pedals and levers. My knowledge of what all these levers things do is probably no better than Finn's.
My brother Justin's daughter, Jamie, gets to benefit from Justin's likes and dislikes. I think the fact that he never got one of these little plastic cars when he was a kid still pains him, so Jamie has two. She drove Finn all over the yard. It was like our Gator rides down on the farm, past the cows and corn, but at a slower speed. And I think that Jamie nearly bumped into the house. She's 3.
You'll be happy to hear I haven't gotten any further injuries since getting home Thursday night. In case you're wondering, I do NOT recommend spraining your ankle in your third trimester; pregnant women and crutches are not a good combination. (I missed a deck stair and rolled my ankle pretty bad on Saturday, then visited the emergency room in the middle of the night - did we mention that?) Fortunately, it seems like this is a pretty mild sprain, and after spending most of Sunday and Monday on the couch, I had pretty much abandoned the crutches by Wednesday. The main reason was that it didn't feel too bad to put weight on my ankle. Another factor was that I wasn't convinced I wasn't going to hurt myself worse in some bizarre crutch accident. And then there was the fact that whenever I picked them up Finn went into complete hysterics, pointing at them, crying, and screaming, "Ow! No! Mama! Ow!" So limping it is.
I'm trying to enjoy my solo weekend. I've had super fun girls' nights out both Friday and Saturday. I've slept in as late as I could (8 am!) yesterday and today, because I'm 35 weeks pregnant and who knows when sleeping in is ever going to happen again. I'm treating myself to dinner wherever I want tonight, once I figure out where that is. Mona's getting plenty of quality lap time as I try to keep my ankle elevated. But... it's kind of ... quiet... around here.
Finn and Jonathan sound like they're having fun back in Minnesota, and they come home tomorrow. I hear Finn's been to the pool, and the zoo, and is partying his little heart out. Here he is with his cousin Jamie last Wednesday. He also has a BRAND NEW COUSIN, Jamie's little brother Wyatt, born Thursday afternoon. Welcome to the world, Wyatt! Sorry I missed you, and can't wait to see you at Christmas.
And here's Finn feeding deer at Osborne Center in Iowa last Tuesday. My favorite bit is at about the 30 second mark, where he decides the bear is boring and he wants to go find the deer again.
Hello everyone! Sorry for the lack of any posts so far this month. It's going to be hard to keep up our previous pace. We're at Katie's Mom's place on the extreme outskirts of Randalia, Iowa. Not too far from Maynard. Yes, we're here on the farm. And Finn LOVES it. "Tractor! Big!" "Cow!" "Big!" "Tractor. Tractor! Big!" "Hotta." The weather has been hot and humid or cool and stormy. They have a John Deere "Gator" here, which is a 6-wheeled vehicle with a little truck bed in back. Finn likes being driven all over to look at the cows, and see the sights. Indoors is good too, as there is a 1950/60's era horse for ridin'! We had a big BBQ on Saturday with many of Katie's friends and family. Finn was a big hit. But who was a big hit with Finn? Katie's cousin Ashley, who is 9. He love LOVESLOVES her. And there was a hayride. And there was a kiddie pool. And there were his little cousins Brandon and Jacob. It may have been his favorite day ever!
Today we went to a farming museum in Independence, IA (just a quik trip from Oelwein if you blow through Hazleton). They have quite a few farm animals, old classic cars, and a variety of hands-on exhibits. Finn's favorite, by far, was the "cow" milking. Here he is going to town. I think we would have stayed there all day. He shirt was soaked after about 10 minutes. Katie has sprained her left ankle, and can't put much weight on it, but overall we're all doing well. Rhubarb custard pie helps that.
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