i'm so proud

There are so many times in a day when Finny does something that makes me proud of him. But, nothing like on the Sundays that I work in the nursery. Most mothers have trouble working in the nursery with their kids, but every time I do it, Finny has been great. He doesn't cry when I pick someone else up or play on the floor with other kids. Sometimes, he will crawl over and play with me, but he is just fine to crawl away and find his own toys to play with. So far he has been a very well-adjusted baby. So much so that I was a little upset when he didn't care that I had come to pick him up after church. Some kids wait with bated breath at the door for any kind of movement in the hopes that it's mommy or daddy coming to save them from the horribleness of the nursery, but not my child. I have to stand at the door calling his name...sometimes for quite awhile, and when he does finally see me, sometimes he'll smile, other times he'll just look away, but he never really tries to get to me like the other kids. I've come to view this as a huge blessing because I do want him to be well adjusted and not be afraid to be left in the nursery, but some recognition would be nice!

On Saturday, the vet came to check some of the cows. I really wanted Finley to see this for the first time. As always, he loved watching everything that went on with the cows. Matthew took this picture when he was standing in the fence with 3 cows getting ready to be checked over.


On Sunday afternoon, we bought Finny a little pool. He really did seem to like it, but he didn't want Matthew to leave him in there alone. I guess I'll just have to sit in the pool with him all summer long. It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it. =) Before you get too jealous, it's about 2 feet deep...if you fill it to the brim.


Happy in his pool.


This afternoon, we went to the farm for a visit. While there, I accidentally walked right past the tractor without letting him get on...heaven forbid! He started jumping in my arms trying to get to it, so we climbed on. He was trying to steer it in this picture while standing on my lap.

Finley distracted by the guinea hens. Last Wednesday night Matthew got the guinea hens from Jeramy and Danae (her dad raises them). Matthew got home from church late so he didn't get a chance to drop them off at the farm. Now, in Minnesota in the summer it starts getting light around 5 a.m. Yeah, 5 a.m. we wake up to the guinea hens going crazy! I jumped out of bed wondering what horrible thing was screaming in our yard. I'm sure the neighbors have never been so happy to hear Matthew leave at 5 in the morning as they were last Thursday morning! Matthew and I had a little talk later that day about how he may have grown up in the country waking up to that...learning how to tune it out, but our neighbors didn't. So keep the guinea hens out at the farm! =)

Sitting in the steering wheel trying to make it go. He was bouncing up and down because the tractor wasn't running. We ended up getting off because he pitched a fit trying to make it go.