The "Finnster, et al."

This weekend the boys spend the weekend with Nana and Papa.  Here are some commemorative photos.

Today we celebrated Michael's 32nd birthday.  The day started off with a little cuddling.  At lunch time Michael and Finn had a Father/son lunch at the Firehouse.  Later that evening we went to Chef's Market for dinner and cake.  I had the Hummingbird cake and it was wonderful.  Since it was such a nice night we ate outside.  Finn had fruit and macaroni and cheese - although he barely ate a thing.  Sam cleaned up.  He sampled just about everything.  Sam is quite the generous eater - if he enjoys what he is eating he absolutely insists that you have a bite too.  He holds that dirty little hand out until you finally relent. Tonight I had a french fry that tasted like a pickle.   After supper Finn and Sam ran up and down the sidewalk. When we got home the boys played on their newly secured swing set. Dad came earlier in the day and put more of the playground together.  He also brought a swing for Sam.    ...

Friday was a big, big day for the Begley boys.  At 8:00 Grandad came by to assemble Finn's swing set - or as Finn calls it "my playground."   Grandad and Gigi got Finn a swing set as an early birthday present.  It arrived last Friday.  Finn has been going out to the garage to look at the boxes for a week now.  He was so excited.  In the car he told me that he was going to invite JT, Addison, Caroline and Mason to play on his playground. Well grandad got more than he bargained for.  Both Finn and Sam wanted to "help."  Finn spent his morning taking the hand-holds (for his rock wall) out of the bag (even though we were nowhere near ready for them) and walking them around to the backyard. We started assembling everything in the garage.  Sam was so interested in the process.  He was in dad's face the entire time.  He picked up and examined everything; safe or not. At 10:00 Sam went down for a nap - he slept until...

On Sunday Michael decided that he would go grocery shopping with us . . . He was amazed at how slow these "ride-on" carts actually go.  Finn, on the other hand was in heaven. Just a few pictures of the boys this week.  On Saturday night the boys spent the night with Gran and Chelsea.  We met them at Firehouse after church on Sunday to eat and make the exchange.  Sam gave me at least three sloppy kisses.   Breakfast of Champions (Finn before school on Tuesday)  My happiest baby.

Early on Friday morning I put the boys in the car and we headed out to serve a Complaint/Summons in White House.  I didn't realize until I got the boys in the car that it was almost freezing outside. Poor Finn was in shorts, a tee-shirt and flip-flops.  Finn got a blister earlier in the week and the only shoes that didn't hurt his foot was his flip flops.  When we arrived at our location I did my best to get the boys from the car into the building.  It was a fairly big parking lot and it took forever to actually get in the building.  I held Sam in one arm, threw my file under an arm and held Finn's hand with the other.  In my haste to get in out of the cold I rushed the boys as much as possible.  This meant that Finn's flip-flops shifted to the point where he couldn't walk in them.  After several failed attempts to fix them I finally told Finn to take his shoes off and run.  He did.  After a few steps he starts crying because the poured...