The "Finnster, et al."

Sunday was rough for Finn.  I guess it all started when his Sunday School teachers were out and he had to got to a different class.  To say Finn doesn't like change is the understatement of the year.  He almost had a panic attack in the hallway.  Normally, this would annoy me - but he looked so genuinely terrified that I felt bad for him.  For a split second I contemplated the fact that I may have to run him down and carry him to class.   I noticed that JT was in the class next door so I thought it might be better for him to go to that class.  He still cried but it wasn't nearly as bad. On my way up to my class I saw Sam playing in the floor of his class.  He looked so sweet playing.  I am so glad that he is a content little boy.  The weirdness continued when we got home.  Finn is potty trained for the most part (all except for nighttime), but on this particular day he had three accidents.  Again, that seemed a little weird to me.  The rest of the day he had a terrible

We in the Michael and Erin Begley home do not participate in Black Friday - why?  Because we are lazy and would rather sit and relax the day after Thanksgiving.  We literally did nothing.  I think we both managed to work out, but that was it.  I don't think that I even picked up my camera.  Come to think of it, I don't have one memory from black Friday.  Oh wait, I do remember now.  I got an itch to make soup so I went to the store.  When I got home I made soup while Finn watched "The Polar Express."  I watched most of it with him and I do not get it.  It is weird and mostly sad.  I had a good cry at the end of that movie. Finn hated my soup.  He referred to it as the "yucky soup" for the remainder of the weekend. Saturday was little more memorable.  We spent most of the day at home until it was time to get ready for Madeline's party.  Madeline is the daughter of one of the couples in our Sunday School Class.   We got the boys dressed to go and then to

 We got to Nana and Papa's house around 6:00 on Wednesday night.  When the got there Finn went straight for the Play-Doh and the playroom.  After Em, Zac and the boys arrived we ordered pizza.  We spent a good part of the evening talking and watching the new TV up in the playroom while the boys played. Bedtime was a bit of a hassle.  Hank and Cooper went to bed without a problem.  My two boys a little less cooperative.  Sam screamed himself to sleep and Finn wouldn't go to bed alone.  He told me that he was scared in the dark by himself in Nana's room.  So Finn stayed up with us until we all went to bed. The next morning I was awakened at 6:00 by the sounds of elephants running around downstairs.  The elephants being Finn and Cooper.  At 6:15 I looked up and saw sweet little Sam standing up in his crib smiling at me (his crib was at the foot of our bed).  He must have enjoyed being about to wake up and see us. I decided to go ahead and get up.  When I went downs

Everyday I am seeing more and more signs that Finn is in fact my child.  While he may looking nothing like me, he is his mother's child at heart.  May I introduce Exhibit A.  Michael makes fun of me because I love having the Christmas tree up.  The morning after we put up the tree Finn asked if he could eat his breakfast next to the tree. Check out that hair! EXHIBIT B:   This week at Victoria's Finn and JT made turkeys and on their feathers they wrote things that they are thankful for; these are Finn:  1. Singing my song everywhere;  2. Dinosaurs;  3. Making art at Victoria's;  4. Daddy Playing in the kitchen;  5. Coloring with Mommy and;  6. Christmas Just a few pictures of the boys in their Christmas jammies. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving I stayed home with the boys.  I tried to get the house clean so that I could relax the day after Thanksgiving.  While I cleaned the boys sat in the den and played.  Finn made one