Finn and I headed to swim class on Friday instead of Saturday this week. It is kind of nice not to have class on Saturday. It really does cut up the weekend. Finn was kind of clingy to me. I wasn't sure if it was because Jim wasn't there or if he knew they were different people or what. Overall, he definitely shows a strong preference to be by me...I thought (hoped) we would skip this stage, but I guess not. Not that I mind my baby wanting me, but seriously, gets annoying some times.
Then, daddy was able to leave work early and we headed to Oville to see Granny, Finn's great great grandma. She had a heart attack several weeks ago and it had been almost a year since she saw him, so Jim wanted to make a point to get out there as soon as we could. Finn did well on the drive except for the last 30 minutes or so. I don't blame him, 4 hours is a long time to be in the car. Granny was super surprised and excited to see us and just couldn't get enough of Finn! Jim's mom has the pics, so I'll have to get them from her.
Then Saturday afternoon Uncle John (Grandpa Ron is the manager) had a baseball game in Oville, so we stayed to watch that, despite the excessively windy, cold, rainy weather. They started out slow, but came back to win from a 13 to 5 deficit. Way to go Rox!In this pic, Finn was checking out the players in the dugout. Guess he wants to play! Maybe he can run the bases by the end of the summer. We came home after the game, but didn't get in until kind of late. It was a short, but fun visit!
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.