Getting slathered in sunscreen.
Enjoying a popsicle. Finn woke up a few days ago and immediately wanted a "sicle" and to go "side." He was not happy when we denied both requests at 6:30 in the morning.
Trucks!
Always ready to help Daddy.
He obviously put his own sunglasses on.
Taking a break from sidewalk chalk.
We stopped to play at Meadowbrook Park in Urbana on the way home from lunch this past weekend. Finn was quite interested in this piece of art. It was too hot to do the sculpture walk, but we'll definitely do that soon now that he's old enough to explore a little more.
Like father, like son even down to the ball in the hand.
I was folding laundry and Finn crawled off the couch next to me. He had his back to the basket and wasn't paying attention. All of a sudden, whoops - he had fallen right into the basket. Luckily my phone was right next to me. Poor kid is lloking to me for help and I'm taking his picture.
Finn got a kick out of throwing rocks into this little puddle in the alley. After every rock he threw, even the little ones, he'd say, "Whoa!"
Getting slathered in sunscreen.
Enjoying a popsicle. Finn woke up a few days ago and immediately wanted a "sicle" and to go "side." He was not happy when we denied both requests at 6:30 in the morning.
Trucks!
Always ready to help Daddy.
He obviously put his own sunglasses on.
Taking a break from sidewalk chalk.
We stopped to play at Meadowbrook Park in Urbana on the way home from lunch this past weekend. Finn was quite interested in this piece of art. It was too hot to do the sculpture walk, but we'll definitely do that soon now that he's old enough to explore a little more.
Like father, like son even down to the ball in the hand.
I was folding laundry and Finn crawled off the couch next to me. He had his back to the basket and wasn't paying attention. All of a sudden, whoops - he had fallen right into the basket. Luckily my phone was right next to me. Poor kid is lloking to me for help and I'm taking his picture.
Finn got a kick out of throwing rocks into this little puddle in the alley. After every rock he threw, even the little ones, he'd say, "Whoa!"
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