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August 23, 2007
boy and his dog
Right now, Finn is a study in extremes. For example, this morning, Finn vehemently objected to wearing pants. So much so that he surrendered all muscle control, collapsing into a bag of bones—a screaming bag of bones. A bag of bones that took convincing, pleading, and outright manhandling to secure those said pants.
But tonight, there was a thunderstorm. And that little spitfire attached himself to me like a koala bear. He insisted on burrowing his head under my chin, getting under the blankets, and watching Sesame Street, with Tivo replay privileges.
Finn asked me in a tiny voice if Santos was scared of the thunder, and I told him that, unfortunately, yes, Santos was scared. (He was snuggled up against me on the other side.) That there was nothing to be scared of, but that he could cuddle with me as long as he wanted.
The snuggly moments with Finn are too few and far between. Most of the time, he has way too much energy to settle down for cuddles. It was heaven while it lasted. But as the storm passed, Finn got more restless and so did Santos.
The two eventually lost interest in cuddles and started wanting to play. Finn suggested that I take a photo of him and Santos and then ended up posing with him in these simply adorable photos. After each photo, Finn insisted on seeing it on my camera and then showing the shot to Santos.
Finn looks like a little ragamuffin here because right before the thunderstorm, he spilled an entire glass of juice on himself. But I was surprised that he actually knew out to pose for pictures. And how large Santos' head is. So, here are my two little brave boys.
Posted by lisa at August 23, 2007 08:20 PM
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