Once again, I was forced out of my Leucadian man-cave for a weekend of luxury. Mrs. Finn ended her big birthday month by spending another night of swankness at the Hotel Solamar down in the big city. Finn cruised the pool bar and dazzled a bunch of hotties, while their boyfriends glared at me for bringing him over. Finn's such a player. And a total chick magnet.
The next morning, Finn cruised to Petco Park and decided he had had enough of the stroller. Like a wee little vampire he rose up on his own for the first time and checked everything out! My brother thinks he’s a little peeved though – thinking, perhaps, “why the hell did they bring me down here on a day when there isn’t a freakin’ game?".
The Player, working his magic.
The Finnster continued to amaze back home in Leucadia, by touching his toes (especially while changing diapers, full moon style...) any chance he gets. He also likes flying Superman style with dad, either laughing hysterically or drooling, or both. When he really gets laughing he sounds a bit like a jackass, which is pretty cool.
Finn, bustin' one of his moves.
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