Hand Turkey

Finnegan's first "Hand Turkey". He traced mom's hand, and then chose colors and drew eyes, beak, feet, and even some food for the turkey to eat. What a nice boy.

Imagine.

Finnegan is amazing. His imagination has really blossomed lately and it's been hilarious to witness. Here's a few examples:

1. Last night I was making dinner and Finn was watching. I told him that I should go get a jacket because I was cold. He replied, "I make you a fire Mommy!" He got down from the chair he was standing on and proceeded to collect imaginary firewood from all over the house and then piled it together and started a "fire" for me on the kitchen floor. I just stood there in amazement. What amazed me even more was how gentle he was putting imaginary bandaids on my leg when I stepped through the fire on my way to the other room.

2.Last night again... We went through Finn's normal bedtime routine: Pajamas, brushing teeth, washing face and hands, saying goodnight to Darby, picking a story and hopping into bed. When he said goodnight to Darby, he asked, "What about Daddy?". This was the first time he's mentioned saying goodnight to Brandon, since he's been gone, so I rolled with it. I told Finn to yell "GOODNIGHT DADDY!!!" as loud as he could and maybe then he would hear it in Colorado and yell back. Finn yelled as loud as he could but we didn't get a response. I told him Daddy was probably already in bed and we'd try again in the morning. This morning I woke up to Finn yelling, "GOOD MORNING DADDY!!!! I'M AWAKE!!!!!" I didn't realize what he was doing, so I went in his room to ask him and he said he was "Yelling at Colorado".

3. Monsters. Lots of stuff about Monsters. But I'll save this for another post soon.

Cute kid.

Ugh...

Why on earth am I awake at 4 am, you ask? Darby dog woke me, and when I tried to tell her to go back to sleep and then tried to roll over and go back to sleep myself, Nugget (our surviving chicken) called out and woke me even more. I jumped out of bed in panic mode. Not only panicking at the idea that something is after our only surviving chicken, but panicking that I'm going to have to deal with the mess left behind and the culprits who have done the dirty work. Brandon loves this kinda crap and he's in Colorado until Sunday. Where's the flashlight? Brandon didn't use a flashlight... wait! Where's his headlamp thingy that he used when this happened last time? Am I wearing shoes? Where the heck are my shoes? Why does this have to be happening during a storm? Do Raccoons even hunt during storms? The answer to that last one.... NO. BIG FAT NO.

Our stupid little hen, Nugget, didn't get up onto her perch last night and is sleeping on the ground in the least protected corner of the chicken coop. There is a storm, she's getting wet, and she's letting me (and Darby, who's still freaking out that there's a big hairy animal outside for her to chase and bark at) know that she doesn't like the wind and rain. Ugh. BIG FAT UGH.

Catch Up

I don't have my camera this week, so I thought this would be a good chance for me to actually write something in my blog. Believe it or not, I did used to write here. Go ahead and look back at the beginning if you don't believe me. Anyway...

Lots going on.

For those of you who haven't heard, Finnegan is going to be a big brother. We just found out a few weeks ago, so it's still a bit new and hasn't really sunk in yet. Besides the fact that I'm completely nauseas and tired all the time and that I now refuse to drink caffeine, nothings really that different... yet.

Brandon is in Colorado (with my camera) working on a bridge project. He left Wednesday and won't be home until next Sunday. I got a surprise phone call from him via the satellite phone this evening. It only lasted a few minutes, but it was a nice surprise since I didn't think we'd be able to contact each other at all.
He reported that it's cold and it's supposed to snow again tonight. It's beautiful where they are, but that's about all I got from him. I'll post pictures as soon as he gets back.

Everything else right now seems to be fleece concentrated. I have 2 shows in the next week and a half that I'm stocking up for and of course I'm also working on getting prepared for Urban Craft Uprising. Only a few weeks away! Better get sewing.... again.

Finn EATS GRANDMA!!!!!

Finnegan and Stella... Quite a Pair!

Trick or Treat!

Finnegan REALLY got into it this year. It was a ton of fun just watching him interact with our Halloween-loving neighbors and telling us which homes decorations were too scary for him to deal with! Here's our little Red, Fire-breathing Dragon in action: