Grace came to spend yesterday and today with us. Finn LOVES her. It is so funny. And now that he is a little older and one can actually "play" with him, she has a lot more attention for him, too. I wonder if Finn will ever get tired of endlessly playing, "catch?"
Yesterday, my Grandma and Grandpa Walsh stopped by for a visit! It was so great to see them. They were in town celebrating their wedding anniversary and wanted to stop in to see Finn (and probably me, but you know how it is when there is a baby around!). He hammed it up for them; being his usual cute self.
He even let Grandma hold him a few times and cuddled next to Grandpa, which is really good considering he has been playing stranger lately (even with Jim sometimes...argh!) AND he was tired from PT and didn't lay down until they left late in the afternoon. Thanks for stopping by, guys. It really meant a lot!
My grandpa pointed out that Finn has SIX living great grandparents (and one great great grandma)! Just think about that. It really is amazing. And to think that some kids don't even get to know their grandparents. In so many ways, Finn is one lucky boy.
Last night, the four of us (Jim, Finn, Grace and me) took a walk to the neighborhood grocery store. We weren't sure if it was going to rain on us, but thankfully it didn't. We stopped at our neighbor's on the way back who just had a baby two weeks ago! Man, I forget how little babies are! She was so tiny that I asked if she was small when she was born...nope, 7 pounds, 15 ounces! Like Jim said, that just tells you how small Finn really was. I can't even remember any more!
Oh and Finn ate black beans last night for the first time. After some initial texture issues, he loved them (and wasn't super tooty today even!). And today for lunch, he had some macaroni and cheese. And after some texture issues again, he loved it (if fed from a spoon...not if he had to pick it up!). Hey, I'll pick my battles.
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.