Finn loves the song "Three little ducks." If you don't know it, the ducks go away and in each verse one doesn't come back. Eventually none come back until Mother duck quacks, then they all come home. Jim even got us little finger puppets for this song because Finn loves it so much. Anyway, yesterday at ECFE we sang the song, which is where we learned it. The teacher has little rubber duckies on sticks to go along with the words (it teaches object permanence). At the point where Mother duck quacks a lot, the teacher looked at Finn and said, "he is quacking!" Sure enough, Finn quacked at the right spots in the song! I'm not sure he understands WHY he did it, but he can quack like a duck! It helps that ducks are his absolutely favorite thing around. I wonder what else he can do that I haven't noticed?
Finn still has his darn respiratory cold. He is good most of the day, but in the morning, he just hacks and hacks and has a lot of junk in his nose. I know these things can take a while to go away but when we brought him in a week and a half ago, they said he should feel better by late last week. Maybe a call to the nurses' line would at least put my mind at ease.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.