Showing posts with label Stats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stats. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

3 Things: Finn

If your face looks like this...


...it might be due to your horrible bum rash and the outfit you had to wear as a result.



Poor Baby Finn. A severe diaper rash has invaded our home, ceasing the introduction of all foods, new and exciting...enforcing mandatory, frequent 'airtime' (refer to above photo)...and forcing Mommy to give up dairy for a while (Waah!). I savored every last bite of what might be my very last bowl of ice cream for several weeks! :( O.k. this is probably good for me, too.


On a lighter note, check out the hat head! At last! You can't have hat head unless you have hair. So precious. I can never get enough of baby hat head.





And finally, I just want to contribute...

3 Things: Finn

1. My baby has the strongest grip of any baby I've ever met. If you have hair, eyelids, ear lobes, lips or nostrils...you'd best be on guard with this guy around. Once he gets a grip on something...it's over...OVER! He's brought me near tears on many occasions, feeling as if my lip was separated from my gums in an instant. Ouch.

And might I add, he's lightning fast! He'll grab anything within reach, in a matter of milliseconds. Right in front of our very eyes, we've lost a bowl, a plate, and a mug as a result...pulled right off the table by Mr. Grabs-a-Lot. Today, at his pediatrician appointment, he snatched the contact paper right off the exam table, the napkin and blanket off the baby scale, and the nice lady's stethoscope right out of her ears! He had us all laughing in the exam room. But, seriously, could somebody please hold this kid's arms down? I guess that was my job.


2. Speaking of appointments, Finn's 9 month stats are as follows:
Head circumference: 17.5 in (50%)
Height: 28.5 in (75%)
Weight: 19 lbs 8 oz (25%)

*Skinny, tall and healthy as a horse (where did that phrase come from anyway?)


3. Without fail, every single time we make Finn laugh...we make Finn hiccup. He gets the hiccups several times a day. And, as much as I love to hear his tender giggle, I feel horrible knowing his inevitable fate. I hate getting hiccups.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Hurricane Finn

Did you hear that this season's next big hurricane is gaining speed? It's name?...Hurricane Finn.

Check out that hairdo! I think it's probably at it's best right now. Finnegan has been losing hair since birth, and now has quite the shiny, bald head (so fun to rub!). We totally love the patch around the bottom too. Koen had this as well, but did not have the major swirl action goin' on like his little brother does.




Finn is two months old today. Where does time go? He's chubby (13 lbs 11oz), he smiles a lot, he grunts a lot, and he's trying to laugh. He's very close, actually. In fact he laughs in his sleep all the time. I've gotta wonder what makes a tiny infant laugh in his sleep. What could be so funny?

I've heard other parents gush over the sweet bond that siblings have, and how adorable it is to witness. But this early on? If I weren't seeing it with my own eyes, I'd never believe it. I think these boys truly love each other, already!

Finn can't get enough of his big brother, Koen. He's always watching his every move. When Koen dances for him in the kitchen, Finn waves his arms and kicks his legs as if to dance with him. This morning, as we walked around the lake, Finn tried to chime in as Koen sang all the nursery rhymes he knows.

I love all the facial expressions Finn makes. He is one animated little baby. His high pitched screeches are still the best. They continue to rip through the air without warning at our house, making us all giggle. They are rarely associated with fussiness. He's mostly just trying to get our attention. He's also very expressive with his arms and shoulders. They seem to be in constant motion as he squirms and plays.

We simply can't wait to see what he has to say some day. It's been interesting going from a toddler with so many thoughts and ideas, whose talking seems to never cease, to a newborn who might have just as many thoughts, but can't express them! We are getting to know him more and more each day, though. And it is so fun to see him develop!

We love you little guy! Happy Two Months!