Finn Again

My hunka hunka burnin love. 
Look at this child and tell me your day isn't better- IMPOSSIBLE!
Finnley is a rootin tootin 2 year old.  When he's not busy jammin on his TWO guitars he is talking up a storm.  Finn is officially in parrot mode (as in you had better not say a dirty word in front of him, cause he's going to say it)
He surprised me the other day by counting all the way to twelve then following that with about 5 "seen-seen"s up until now I only knew he could count to 10.  I am so proud of him.  He makes the most wonderful crafts at preschool.  His imagination is so awesome right now.  I love listening to him pretend.  Lately its been monkeys- "the monkeys are here, they live in the trees" "oooh ooohhh aahhh ahhh" "c'mon monkies" he says.  Then the other night at dinner he told me a lion was outside and to "be careful". 
BE CAREFUL. That brings us to the next part. My son is a hall monitor like you wouldn't believe.  He loves to tell everyone what they can and cannot do.  "Don't touch" "Don't bite" "Get down now" "Be careful" poor kid- I'm afraid to say its me that's passed this bossy bootsyness down to him.  He is very cautious- holds the railing down the stairs, sits down and slips into the pool at swim while the other kids JUMP.  The toilet still freaks him out some.  He wants you in his sight at all times. When someone gets out of the car or walks out of a room he calls for them over and over.  Especially me. Sometimes I get frustrated, but then I realize just how lucky I am to be wanted by him. Lord knows that wont last forever.
We've gone through a big Cars phase, and Elmo was a hit for a minute, (dinosaurs are just a given) but now he's on a Nemo kick "mee-mo"  He wants to watch Finding Nemo, play with pretend fish in the water, and look at the fish in the petstore as often as possible.
Dog food and toilet paper are still preferred to any of the 2347557377551876897 toys he has so I have to keep my eye on him.  If he's missing in action you can bet he's perched in the laundry room cabinet with our fat yellow lab waiting patiently for each kernel that he's feeding her one at a time. 

He is still having his night terrors.  Joey and I are really putting forth an effort to keep our home at low stress.  With any luck they will pass soon.  I secretly love that he wants ME when he cries at night.  All day he would love to play and be a big boy with Daddy, but in the middle of the night he wants mommy.  I climb into his crib and we tickle each others faces until he's back to sleep.

Can you tell I'm crazy about this guy?