Finn Harrison has arrived!

Feb. 11, 2010
9 lbs 3 oz
21 1/4"



Apparently my womb is a highly enjoyable habitat. This little (I use that term loosely) guy opted not to come out on his own and had to be induced.

We arrived at the hospital at 7 in the morning and were all strapped up and ready to rock by 8. Not much excitement until 11 when my water broke - on it's own this time. Immediately following that lovely experience the contractions came in full force. The pain went from zero to HOLY CRAP. Our (awesome) nurse set us up with the anesthesiologist right away. Unfortunately, as the man with the drugs was heading our direction the woman next door decided (spitefully, of course) that she needed an emergency c-section and my anesthesiologist right away. (If it weren't for the blood-curdling screams of pain and suffering coming from her direction, I would hold it against her.)

By the time the anesthesiologist was relieved and came to hook me up, it was after noon. Finn made his entrance at 12:53. This little time crunch meant that the epidural didn't actually kick in. So, in case anyone is taking a poll - labor with the good drugs = WAY BETTER than labor without. Last time there was laughing and cracking jokes. This time there was crying, screaming, grunting and more crying.

And possibly more crying.

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Favorite color: orange, blue
Favorite animal: duck
Favorite food: Goldfish, cheese
Favorite book: Farm Kisses
Favorite stuffed animal: Bunny
Favorite shape: circle
Favorite tv show: The Colbert Report, anything involving copious amounts of clapping
Favorite sport: football (aka: "ball ball")
Favorite hobby: dancing, turning things "off!" and "onnnnn!" (lights, computers, phones, etc.)
Favorite time of day: any time Dad's home
Newest words: baby, choo choo
Likes: baths, snacks, hats, grandparents, Aunt Lauren and Uncle Andy (aka: "The best babysitters ever"), musical greeting cards, coloring
Dislikes: diaper changes, messy hands, being denied Goldfish, fingernail trimming, nap time

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A photo of Cael and the belly. Yes, I know my head is cut off. Turns out Cael's not incredibly patient with me figuring out the placement and timing of the camera and my arm's not long enough for the self-clicked portrait. You should see the rejects =)



T minus four days and counting...

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A few days ago, Cael and I started playing Hide and Seek. I hid Doggo behind a couch cushion and he went searching. It took a while for him to get the concept, but once he found Doggo and I got really excited for him, he latched on very quickly. He prefers to be the hider, though, and for me to be the seeker.

The trouble with this is that Cael doesn't quite understand two key concepts to the game: one, that I'm not supposed to see him hide Doggo, and two, that Doggo is supposed to hide in a new spot every time.

Instead, Cael puts Doggo on the floor next to the coffee table and then goes and stands in the middle of the room with his arms up while I ask, "Where's Doggo?" He then proceeds to drag me around the living room and check under every single pillow. Every time he flips one over he says, "No..."

Usually we even walk right past Doggo to get to more couch cushions. When he decides it's time to find him, he runs to the table and squeals in delight, clapping wildly. He grabs Doggo and hugs him and then puts him right back down where he was and goes back to the middle of the room with his arms out.

"Where's Doggo?"

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Cael adores stuffed animals. He hugs them and kisses them and makes them kiss and hug each other - all things I plan to get on video to torture him with when he's older.

He also insists on having them with him wherever he goes. Which was manageable when it was just Baba and Donkey, but now has gotten very cumbersome and leaves Ryan and I no room on the couch.

This morning he partook in one of his favorite activities: standing in his play structure and beckoning for me to retrieve his friends. Like Santa calling out the reindeer he yelled, "Mama! Baba! Baba! Baba! Doggo!" [They all have individual names and he knows them well. If you ask him to get Ovie he'll head straight for the giant sheep (and struggle with the weight of her - something else I need on film). When he calls them, however, they are almost all - including Donkey and his blanket - "Baba."]

Once all the animals in sight had been gathered, he settled himself in them middle of them, grabbed blankie and just relaxed.



And no, they aren't all pictured. I couldn't get that wide of a shot ;)

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Ryan decided to test out our fireplace this weekend and keep the holiday spirit alive. There's been a fire going pretty much constantly for the past two days.

Today, Ryan went out to clean the gutters (good man!) and Cael and I were left to our own devices. We were just hanging out, drawing some fish and footballs, and then all of a sudden Cael dropped his crayon and ran over to the fireplace. He started pointing and chanting, "No, no. No, no. No, no, no!"

It took me too long to figure out what was going on, apparently, because Cael came over, grabbed me by the finger and pulled me to the fireplace. He pointed to the kindling box and waited for me to open the lid and then he took out a few pieces. After he was satisfied with that, he grabbed my finger again and pulled me to the front door. He pointed out the window at the box of starter wood and said, "Ah! Ah!"

He continued to walk me through the whole process until the fire was once again roaring. Satisfied, he returned to his crayons.

I think this little dude was born to be a boyscout.

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