FIN,
Since I last wrote, you have been a head strong 20 month old. I know you are itching to have a conversation with us about life, things you like, and dislike. I know this because you pick up that toy phone, I mean the REAL phone we give you *wink wink* and you have the most intense conversations. Is that what we look like on the phone, or are you taking it to a new level?
One of the very cute things you do lately is when we take your shirt off, you immediately cover up your nipples and laugh. I can say for a fact, that neither me or your father do this - at least I don't. I have to tell you about this because one day you will stop, and I will likely forget this little idiosyncrasy and its just so funny.
You now go up and down the stairs standing, you repeat every word we say, and just when I think you knew your colors, I ask you to tell me a color of an M&M - I ask you "What color is this?", you say "THIS"... "Ok, whats this color?", you say "COLOR!". Oh well.
So to update everyone on what has been going on with the family, we have been given an offer to move out to Cape Cod for the summer. I know, we just moved to Illinois, but come on, Cape Cod, on the beach. It'll be like the John Cuszak film, "One Crazy Summer", except that we won't put an e-color on Winston, and none of us will be doing crappy shows at the Dew Drop Inn. We are attempting to rent a house on the ocean, but nothing is set till we get there. I will for a short period of time turn this blog into a daily or weekly diary of our time summering in Cape Cod (did I just sound like Mr. Howell from Gilligan's Island just there?"
Lastly, we have had a family of skunks living under our back porch. So far, its been a harmonious co-habitation of space, however, we did hire the Critter Ridder to come out and set some traps to catch all 5 - 11 of them. Maybe this little fact helped us make the final decision on just swooping up the Cape Cod offer, who knows, but we are excited to no longer co-habitate, and to spend time on the East Coast!
Till later my friends, and FIN,
Becky (mama)
