For some reason Finn started calling his blanket "grankie". I guess he couldn't say "blanket" and it stuck. Now we just call it "the grank". We gave Hadley our old digital camera and she took this picture last week.

Look at that sweet little hand....

Although, that hand has also been responsible for a whole hell of a lot of ruckus this week. Two and half year old boys are dangerous. Seriously. He remains painfully adorable even though the sound of his voice sometimes makes the dog cry. Especially when he puts his face to the heating vent and yells "ANYBODY THERE? YOU THERE?" over and over.

At the store a few days ago we bought a coconut so we could break it open and check it out, taste the juice and sample the "meat". They hated both the juice and the "meat" part. Finn kept calling it a "Pokeanut", which had me in hysterics.
"Ma, where's the Pokeanut? Where did it even go, Ma? You see it?"

Yes, lately he calls me "Ma" and he calls Peter "Da". It's funny actually and we're enjoying it. It's very Irish of him.