January 16, 2008
I can't resist a jammie shot
Here's Finnie wearing the train jammies that Nana got him for Christmas. And he's even holding his little lovey--his "night-night." I mean, how can there be wars in this world when there are two-year-olds in train jammies with their favorite blankie? A basket of kittens has nothing on Finn.
What a happy little guy he is. Except when he's not. And when he's not, you're in for it. My advice: duck.
But the ratio of gleeful, adorable, delightful, giggling boy to a pint-size version of a belligerent Chris Matthews (so shouty!) is mercifully about 9:1 at this point. You never know what will set him off. The other day he wept for 20 minutes because I put a straw in his juice. Another time, I joined in when he sang his A B Cs.
But let me tell you that that's a ratio you can happily live with when the ratio is stacked so adorably in your favor. Heck, I'd even take these little moments if the ratio was reversed. He's that cute.
Posted by lisa at January 16, 2008 11:17 AM
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