Teeth for Finn!

Finn's bottom two teeth popped through sometime last week.

At five months old!

Suddenly, some questions are getting answered.

Like why Finn's sleep suddenly (and, we thought, randomly)

became more disrupted (instead of more consistent)

at four and a half months.

Will was seven and a half months before he saw

any tooth action at all, and...

I think the concept that these two boys are

COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PEOPLE

is starting to sink in.

Will was sitting up independently at five months old,

and he wanted to stand and crawl at the expense of rolling.

Finn? Not yet mastering the art of the seated position,

but he made it across Will's bedroom today in

under a minute by repeatedly, gleefully rolling over.

And obviously this whole spoon obsession

makes a lot more sense to me now.

Will at 21 Months

He is full of raucous joy.

He treats his brother like a little prince.

(His brother thinks he's the best thing since pureed pears.)

"Mama. Close garage door,"

he reminds me as we pull out of the driveway.

"My name is...DADA!" he crows,

collapsing into a giggle fit.

(Sometimes his name is Mama, or Finn-Finn,

or Goo-Gah, or even "Dave.")

He loves a good adventure.

He likes to dress up and make me laugh.

*****

"Who's my love-love?" I ask him,

and when he's done being playful,

he answers me straight:

"Will...Mama's...love-love!"

Yes you are, baby boy.

"Percy, Too!"

Will is a trains, planes and automobiles kind of guy, so it was no surprise when he started talking about Thomas the Tank Engine nonstop. We found an event called Day Out with Thomas, hosted by Edaville USA, a very toddler-friendly amusement park about an hour south of us in Carver.

We started talking about our trip a couple of weeks ago, but yesterday it seemed to dawn on Will that his trip to see Thomas was imminent.

"See...Thomas...wake up!" he would say, and "Give...Thomas...big hug!"

We went to meet Thomas today, and let me tell you, he lived up to the hype! See for yourself:

All (two of you) who are interested in watching me and Will go on a flying elephant ride (hi, Mom and Dad) for a minute and twenty seconds, this one's for you!

Five-month-old Finn had a pretty nice time riding the trains, too:

When denied access to the Ferris wheel due to height restrictions, Will said he was "Really. Really. Sad," in a mournful voice. But overall, the mood was "So! Happy!"--that's what he spontaneously shouted as he clapped his hands and ran for the Merry-Go-Round. When we asked him if he was having fun with Thomas, Will would nod and say, "Yeah. Percy, too." Will even got to pose with Thomas, and he made sure to give his beloved a kiss before heading home.