Finn's Father

I normally try not to edit my thoughts too much as I write this blog.  For me, the whole point is to be as open, honest, and uncritical as I can be.  But I cannot do it this week.  So much is swirling through my head, and so much of involves people outside of my family, that I think I had best keep my powder dry, at least for now.

So, instead of writing about all of those things that are leaving me really confused, I think I will just list some things that made me smile this week…

  • Watching Germany win its match against Denmark on Fathers Day as Finn gave me his version of a massage (it involved him sitting in a chair behind me as I sat on the floor, pushing against my back as hard as he could with his feet, and then giggling uncontrollably whenever he managed to push my face to the floor);
  • Noticing that Finn has ways of completely manipulating his mother.  For instance, she hates it when he puts his hands or feet anywhere near her mouth, so she tries to ignore the behavior and avoid giving him any reaction.  He is a persistent little bugger, and eventually she always gets exasperated and pretends to eat his hands or feet, which is exactly what he wants in the first place.  It makes him so happy, and it makes Tina so frustrated.  But he wins every time.
  • Realizing that Finn will now point at his mother and laugh whenever anyone or anything makes a noise that sounds like a fart.  Yes, I have been training him to do this for months, and yes, I am really proud to see that my hard work has finally bred results.
  • Finally getting Finn to try apple pie.  I don’t know why it mattered to me, and I suppose it would be better for his waistline and his teeth if he never had any pie, but I want my kid to enjoy some things that I really like.  So tonight we finally got him to give the pie an chance, and he ate it like a champ.  Good work, son.

I guess that is it for this week.  I do want to wish my own father a wonderful Fathers Day.  I may not know how much work you put into raising me, but now that I have a son of my own I think I have a reasonable idea.  So thanks for putting up with me; I know that I was a royal pain in the ass.  Hopefully I was worth it.


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