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Our little boy is now five months old! We can hardly believe how fast life is going. He's now not just rolling, but logrolling and we have to put out blankets on the floor so he doesn't bonk his head on the laminate! He's also grabbing those little toes and munching on them. Way cute. 



On a Sunny Saturday we trekked down to White Rock beach. It was Finn's first time there and I think he quite enjoyed it!








This is Finn's awesome new PJ's. I LOVE how his chubby little feet look in them! He's way too cute. The waist is a little roomy but they're 6-12 months size, so he's got some room to grow.

Another amazing feat by our son: the back-to-front roll over! And that's the hard one. On Saturday February 13 while we were house sitting Chris' dad and stepmom's place, we had Finn on the counter while we ate lunch. (Since he refused to be alone on his playmat) As Chris was cleaning up the lunch stuff and I was still eating (common occurrance) Finn rolled to his side and just continued to go until he was on his tummy! GOOD THING I was there to make sure he didn't roll right on to the floor. Not only could have hurt himself but the dog could have mistook him for table scraps and nibbled at him. Whew.



So now that he has learned this new trick he does it any time he can, even when he doesn't want to be on his stomach, he feels like he has to do it. He will roll over then whine until I come over and put him on his back again, play with some toys and two minutes later he's on his stomach crying again. Sigh.



Our boy is growing so fast.

I know this is not a happy milestone, but a milestone nonetheless. Finn is sick for the first time in his life. It's a first for us as parents, too - caring for a little baby that sometimes sounds like an eighty year old smoker. Despite this, Finn still has his little happy face on, even when he hacks and sounds like one of his lungs is coming up with all that yummy mucus. We are hoping this will pass very soon...it's hard to see your baby go through it when he can't blow his nose or clear his little throat.



We've had a few remedy theories handed to us by friends, including Vick's Vapo Rub under the nose/on the chest/on the feet, raising the mattress with towels to ease the congestion, saline solution followed up by a good vaccum with those nose vaccum things. Last night we tried raising the mattress by sticking towels under it and I think that helped. I did get up a few times in the night to put his soother in his mouth when he woke up from coughing, but it was manageable. Hopefully tonight will be better. God speed, little buddy!

Once upon a time in 1999, Brandi-Lee and her friend Monica were in Foods class and had an assignment to make an apple pie. They worked hard at mixing and measuring the ingredients, however they must have had a little too much fun chattering and laughing because the pie was a disaster. That day Brandi-Lee refused to make pies henceforth. It was the first and the last.



True story - I vowed never to make a pie after that tragic attempt. However, ten years down the road I decided to give it another try, with terrific and tasty results. It was so much easier than I remember...I just followed the directions on the Crisco box for the pie crust and used a filling recipe from my good pal Destiny. The results were SO YUMMY and I will so do it again soon. I did sustain some injuries: two slices to the fingers while chopping apples (see photo) and a burn to the arm while taking it out of the oven. (It was well worth it.)

I was online today looking for songs to sing with babies/kids, since the only ones I remember are Christmas songs and B-I-N-G-O (gets old FAST). I came across www.bussongs.com and they had this neat,  slightly prejudice number: Ten Little Injuns. Check out the lyrics:





Ten little "Injuns" standin' in a line,

One toddled home and then there were nine;

Nine little "Injuns" swingin' on a gate,

One tumbled off and then there were eight.




Chorus:


One little, two little, three little, four little, five little "Injun" boys,

Six little, seven little, eight little, nine little, ten little "Injun" boys.



Eight little "Injuns" never heard of heav'n.

One "kick'd the bucket" and then there were seven;

Seven little "Injuns" cuttin' up their tricks,

One broke his neck and then there were six. 





Six little "Injuns" kickin' all alive,

One went to sleep and then there were five;

Five little "Injuns" on a cellar door,

One tumbled in and then there were four.





Four little "Injuns" out upon a spree,

One dead drunk and then there were three;

Three little "Injuns" out on a canoe,

One tumbled overboard and then there were two.





Two little "Injuns" foolin' with a gun,

One shot t'other and then there was one;

One little "Injun" livin' all alone,

He got married and then there were none.






Encore Verse:

This little "Injun," with his little wife,

Lived in a wigwam the balance of his life;

One daddy "Injun" and a mommy "Squaw"

Brought up a family of Ten "Injuns" more.
 

2nd Chorus:



One little, two little, three little, four little, five little "Injuns" more,

Six little, seven little, eight little, nine little, ten little "Injuns" more.