A weekend with cousin Mattea.
Hey everyone! Yeah, I didn’t forget about you, I’ve just been busy. I can speak in almost complete sentences as well as eat all kinds of real food now. I can also run, well, by run I mean make my parents laugh while I bounce up and down with my t-rexed arms going all Peewee Herman all over the place. It’s okay, I can laugh at myself. You know who else I can laugh at? My dad when he dances. Thanks to you dad, I now know with out any uncertainty what a dork is.
This slideshow requires JavaScript.
So, I got to spend last weekend with my Gaga, Aunt Michelle, Uncle Ryan, Auntie Cindy, Aunt Sarah, Story, G-ma Pam and brand new cousin Mattea!!! Oh yeah, mom and dad were there too, but they’re always around and up in my business. I jest. They feed me, so I gotta stay cool. Back to my new cousin. I think something might be wrong with her. She sleeps and eats and acts all calmly, then she sleeps again. I think I need to teach her how it’s really done. Everyone knows, anything worth experiencing happens at either 2am or 5:45am every night/extremely early morning, everyone. Sheesh, well I’m sure she’ll figure it out. Other than that, she’s really cool. She shared all her toys with me and even let me borrow a vacuum cleaner! I didn’t want to say anything lest she re-neg her offer, but it is also a lawn mower! A LAWN MOWER PEOPLE!!! I don’t know what got into her, but I like the idea of having a sharing attitude provide someone else with such euphoric bliss. So, I got to go to the Everett Children’s Museum. Woah. I don’t know what heaven looks like, but I think I’ve got a pretty good idea now. Trains, planes, fire engines, jeeps, drums, slides, giant pianos you play with your feet, tree houses, …you get the idea. I also got to go to the Farmer’s Market with Gaga and Mad™ (that’s what I’m gonna start calling Mom+Dad because it’s shorter and easier, and far less offensive than Dam). Well, the weekend got even cooler when I got to catch up with my friend Story back at the crib (I literally mean Mattea’s crib at the house). We hadn’t seen each other since last summer and this time around we decided to turn the party up to 11 by taking our pants off and running around and getting amped on orange juice. After the OJ had served its purpose, we turned that no pants party into a good ole’fashioned backyard pee pee party, and it was joyous. Okay, I should get back to nappin’. Thanks to Uncle Marble Rye and Aunt (don’t call me Meeeshele Noris) Michelle. You guys have done a beautiful job at propagating me a future play mate. Just gotta teach this girl to sleep less…
All these (and many other) pictures are in my gallery for anyone to grab, print, share, stare at here: Finn, Family and Friends
Love you all,
Finn
As always, we have such gratitude for your dad who does such an incredible job of documenting your ongoing growth and development with wonderful pictures, such humor and charm! Gaga enjoyed every min. of being with you and your mad, Papa was sorry that he had to miss out on all the fun. Captured in my many sweet memories of you will be the morning that you decided that you wanted to read A Home for Bunny to your newborn cousin, Mattea. I will never forget your comment of, “but first, I need to go get my coffee.” Also, your comment, after seeing Mattea’s picture, “We love her.” Those endearing moments, will forever be etched in my sweet memories of you. You bring such joy to the Robichaud/Spivey clan and to all those who get the privilege of knowing you!
Love,
Your Gaga
Dad?
Who do you think writes this stuff Gaga? Dada may push the keys, but his mind is entirely occupied by me! He knows not what he does. A puppet to the power of Finn!!! All his brain, is belong to me!
Love you,
Finn (for real)
Happy birthday, Finn!
-Kevin H.
Thanks Uncle Kev!
Being this many has its advantages, like being able to reach stuff on the counter, and tear off my own dirty diapers, so it’s pretty awesome.
Love,
Finn