two

So Finn is recently obsessed with the word, "two".  Perhaps you didn't know, but "two" refers to any number larger than one.
I think this all began with the arc that Finn got as a gift, which he spends many an hour playing with, identifying the pairs of animals - one, two. One, two. One, two. But now, "two" has taken on the meaning of two, three, four...basically anything more than one.
Every day, we walk down the road to visit the "buck bucks" (man, there are already a lot of quotation marks in this post and it's only three sentences long). Buck bucks are chickens, and one of the women who works at Finn's daycare owns them (name: Missy. Finn calls her Dizzy) so we feel comfortable wandering down into their back yard and visiting. Oftentimes, we stay for 15-20 minutes, just watching the chickens. We plan to get some next spring, so it's good practice for both Finn and for our dog, Nugget, to get used to having them around.
Missy has eight chickens, and oftentimes, I count them for Finn. Some are usually in the henhouse, others in their run, and still others who are outside of their fenced-in area, wandering around the yard. So we count the chickens in the different areas...one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight. Or at least that's what I say. Finn, on the other hand, says "two, two, two, two, two, two, two, two" in the same tone of voice I use when I count.
This past weekend, we had a birthday party for a friend and got a dozen balloons. This was the first time we got to see Finn get excited about a balloon (AKA "boon"), and he was thrilled to have them tied everywhere - inside and out. "Boon out-ide" was the refrain of the day as he went in and out pointing out the balloons hanging in different places.
We do point out a lot of things that there are two of - eyes (particularly since we got smacked with a case of pink eye this weekend - there's been lots of talk of eyes), ears, arms, hands, etc. Finn's also recently discovered elbows, which he likes to make us show him by bending our arms and pointing them at him so he can gently tough them, grin, and say, "elbow!" He requires one to take the elbow out of any shirt so he can see it bare, however, which sometimes requires some level of undress to occur before he is satisfied.
And speaking of undress...Chad has two tattoos and I have three, and Finn has recently discovered them. TA-too, he demands, and we adjust our clothing accordingly to reveal our TAtoos to the little tyrant :)
This is one of those things I can't imagine myself ever getting sick of. He's just so darn cute and it's so one of those little things that I'll want to remember when he grows up and discovers three, four, and five.
Two - in just about two months, he'll be two. Hard to imagine - two years old and a big brother.  Times they are a-changin'...