Today's shenanigans

Finn has figured out how to get past his toy box so he can play behind the piano and with the air conditioner. There is little I can do now to prevent this. In addition, he has figured out that if he stands up in his toy box, he can reach the piano keys and bang on them with gusto. And since I want to promote a love of music, I am not entirely against this new activity, except that I can foresee him falling out of his toy box and hitting his head on any number of hard corners.

And then, while I was showering today, Finn mastered the art of removing the new toilet paper rolls from the plastic wrapping. He then proceeded to gleefully throw them into the shower with me, rendering them soggy and useless. He is now carrying one around the house, pulling off small pieces and throwing them on the floor.

Band aids

Today Finn opened a bathroom drawer and dumped out the Costco sized box of band aides that he found in there. He then spent the next 15 minutes taking them out of the drawer one at a time and inspecting each one carefully. Those that didn't pass muster were unceremoniously dropped on the floor. Those of superior quality were handed to Mommy with a big smile.

The vacuum monster attacks Finn's mommy

Finn is terrified of the vacuum. That's my excuse for having such dirty floors. But the other day I thought we had made an amazing breakthrough. Ben was vacuuming (this isn't even the amazing part) and instead of screaming and crying, Finn was following him around, watching curiously. When Ben was all done, he left the vacuum out and Finn circled it about a dozen times, squatted down to view it from different angles and even went so far as to touch it a couple times!

So a couple days later I thought I would give it a try. All I wanted to do was evacuate the air from some vacuum-seal storage bags. So I sat on the floor and told Finn that I was going to turn the vacuum on now and it was going to be loud. Because I was sitting on the floor, the vacuum promptly fell over on me. Finn screamed bloody-murder, turned and tried to run away, but turned the wrong direction and ran into the side of his crib which knocked him over. I was just shaking with laughter; poor Finn was shaking with fear. I think its safe to say that my floors will remain dirty for a while longer.

I am probably a terrible mother for finding it so funny, but Finn gave me the opportunity to redeem myself. I had to nurse and rock him for 30 minutes before he would calm down, even then he clung to me for another 15-20 minutes. Later we went back in the room to look at the vacuum. Finn circled it a few times, squatted down to look at it, but could not be convinced that it was safe to touch it.

Yes, I have a boy

Today, while nursing Finn before his nap, he swallowed some milk down the wrong pipe and started to cough. For whatever reason, each cough also produced some very loud farts. After the first few cough/fart combinations, Finn started to realize he was making these noises and started to chuckle, at which point I lost it and we both started all out belly laughing. Needless to say, nap time was delayed by about an hour after all that silliness!

Rainy day

We're having our first rainy day in months. Finn is being the model rainy day child today. He's been playing quietly on the floor with his books and puzzles. It is just too cute! Quite the contrast from the little maniac I usually have running around here. It almost makes me wonder if he's sick. Haha, now he's "dancing" in little circles in the living room to "A Holly Jolly Christmas" (yes, I realize its only October, but there's something about rain in San Diego that puts one in the holiday spirit. It also doesn't help that I lit candles and baked pumpkin bread today).