This week Finn has been obsessed with detours. When I picked him up from JT's house on Tuesday the first thing he said as we were pulling out of the driveway was "MOM! Will you make a detour with me." He immediately went onto say the following: "A detour is when you go one way to go the right direction." I felt like I was in the middle of a definition bee.
When we got home Finn got all of his blocks out and we sat in the floor and built an elaborate road system and then built a big road block. It was pretty impressed. This child may be a civil engineer after all.
Thank goodness Finn has been pretty good this week because Sam has been awfully whiny. I'm sure, or rather I should say, I hope that Sam is only fussy because he is teething. Since he is teething he is chewing on anything and everything he gets his hands on. Case in point a green marker.
He does seem to feel better when I hold him. Therefore, I have spent an awful lot of time holding this boys lately. I can't complain though - he is sweet.
I also bought him some Baby Mum Mum Rice Rusks. They are messy and seriously gross - but they keep him pretty happy.
The last set of pictures are of the "Sam Taco." He rolled himself up in that blanket in no time flat.