Our Prayers Have Been Answered

Last weekend our fabulous friends the Knittels came to Boise for a visit. Right after they arrived we all sat down to dinner. Porter was asked to say the prayer and at the end he asked that we would have a great time with our friends, and that we would all get enough sleep to live.

I know it is irreverent to laugh during prayers, but we couldn't help it.

I am happy to report that our prayers were answered and we all got enough sleep to live - but just barely. We always have a great time with the Knittels!

According to Finn

I really think I need to create a blog just for the funny things my little Finny does and says. I don't ever want to forget them, but I am afraid that the other 5 kids will look back and think this is a little (or a lot) lopsided.

Until then....I can't help myself, this boy cracks me up.

The poop incident...

My kids take turns doing what we call jurisdictions. Basically chores. One of the jurisdictions is our back yard. They have to pick up all the toys, balls, and/or trash, and especially the smelly gifts our sweet little flower Daisy leaves us. ( A big golden doodle.)

While I was mowing the lawn Finn finished scooping the poop and then put it in a grocery bag and deposited it in a garbage can where I also put the grass clippings. When he closed the can he waved his hand in front of his face and said "Phew, do not leave that open." I said "It really stinks huh?"

Finn replied, "It WREAKS!" Then he took two more steps and added, "like my FEET!"

Please don't be concerned. He is clean. (mostly) and doesn't stink. (hardly)

Marshmallow History....

We have been visiting my mom and dad this past week, and completely LOVING the beautiful country living. Tonight the kids built a fire in their fire pit. (Yes folks, you heard it. I, Amy, the freakiest, most overprotective mother in the world sat in my chair many feet away and let Porter and his cousin start a fire. A major breakthrough!)

Anyway...Finn cooked a marshmallow but asked my mom not to make his smore without graham crackers. She said, "well Finn that is kind of against the rules."

He responded, "In all of marshmallow history?"

Fireside talk...

After the smores were eaten Finn was burning off one of the roasting sticks. He pushed all of the burning sticks around and then invited everyone to come and stand around the burning embers to talk about his birthday tomorrow.

Potty Humor...

Tonight while she was busy playing with her cousins Livy had a wet pants accident. I was helping her clean up, and asked her if she had just gotten busy playing and didn't want to stop to go to the bathroom until it was to late. She said "yes."

While cleaning her up I continued and said "I understand that. It used to happen to me a lot when I was a little girl."

Finn had come up behind me and yelled out, "IT STILL DOES!!!"

I was laughing so hard that I couldn't remind him that he needs to keep that little piece of info secret.

Funny Finny

Finn has learned to read, and largely it has made things easier for him to understand. He will often read something and comment "Oh, so its The Home Depot. I thought it was just Home Depot." But Finn is still Finn and he sees the world through a Funny Finny filter that is hysterical sometimes. Here are a few recent examples.

While shopping at the grocery store Finn was sitting in the tiny baby seat - hilarious on it's own since he is not a tiny baby - He wanted to get his favorite cheese dip for our game party so I picked it up and handed it to him. He read the label and said, "Oh Good. No Germs - Trains Fat." WHAT? He repeated himself and added, "this stuff has no germs and it trains your fat."


"Trains my fat????" I asked. "Could it train it to act like size 2 fat?"

Sadly the answer was no, but he assured me that I was not fat. Are these boys going to make great husbands someday or what?

Next...Today we bought school supplies for Finn and Porter. When we got home the boys were organizing their stuff (are glue sticks and pencils this exciting for all kids or are mine totally freaks?) into back packs. Finn picked up his glue and read the label. "This stuff is washable, but you can't run with it." WHAT? "No, mom it says right here. No Run. You can't run with this glue."

I think that's right buddy. Definetely don't run with it. I wish I could be in the classroom the day Finn tries to inforce that rule. You know he will!


I hope Finn never loses his Finniness. It makes him so much fun to be around. Also I hope that he will always have friends who appreciate it as much as his mommy and brother Porter do. Also, I love the little look that Porter and I exchange when Finn does this kind of stuff.