Monday, November 11, 2013

halloween 2013

better late than never, right?
behold, the results of a year of pinterest lurking and a few late nights in the studio for mama drinking red wine and listening to good music. i could get used to this!
a terrifying finn-o-saurus
 and a dinosaur egg ;)

it was such a wild and windy night here that we only hit a few houses on our mad dash around this island trying to avoid rain drops, but finn had a great time and keeps talking about how he's going to "knock doors, TRICK OR TREAT!!!" again next year ;)
i was pleasantly surprised by the number of houses that had mom-approved offerings for this little lad - fruit gummy snacks, crackers and peanut butter, freshly baked cookies, and chocolate covered pretzels. daddy happily took care of all the hard core candy, but finn did get one lindt truffle to indulge in from go fish, our local toy/penny candy store where rachel was giving kiddos their choice of halloween goodies from her shop - quite the treat indeed.
i'm thinking the whole family might get themed up next year - but what costumes to choose? happy decisions i can spend all night contemplating.
hoping you had a scream of a time, too!  ;)

Friday, November 8, 2013

my son is a coaster thief.

Finn has some pretty weird habits.  
Fist of all, he steals things, most often coasters. Why coasters, you ask? Me, too.
He also steals other random, small things he has easy access to...
Actually, not always easy access. True story:
The other day, I brought in groceries from the car, as well as Lorelei in her car seat. I unbuckled Finn and left the door open for him so he could get out and come in by himself. I live on a dead end road and he is used to this little ritual. He even gets his door shut on the first try most of the time. 
This time, however, was different. 
Instead of exiting the car like a good little boy, Finn instead decided to close his door, climb into the front seat and push the "lock" button on the door, thus locking all the doors in the vehicle. 
Clever boy.
No big deal, I'll just go get my spare key from the basket in the mud room.
Yep, you guessed it. No key. 
I guess at this point, I should mention that, as I live on a small island and on a dead end road, I leave my keys in the car.
Yep, the car that is now locked with my son inside it. Super.
This wound up being much more of an emergency in my head than in reality, as it so happens that Finn is quite adept at understanding and following direction, so he was able to unlock the car without any trouble when I told him which button to press.
The question remains, though: where the h-e-double hockeysticks is my key (which it would cost several hundred dollars to replace, I might add).
Where, indeed?

Another case-in-point:

Finn loves to play behind the rack that holds all of my pots/pans/dry goods. Why? WHY? WHYYYY?
I guess I can kind of "get" this one - it's a space only he can fit into and it requires climbing, which is ever so fun and entertaining. But he gets stuck or "hurt" almost ever day - you'd think that would be a deterrent, but no. 

It seems Miss Lorelei is taking on her brothers strange self-harm habits and is currently sticking her fingers so far down her throat that she's gagging and choking herself.

I swear, if these kids outlive their toddler years, they definitely have some guardian angels on their sides.