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Yesterday, while I moped around the house without direction after the kidnapping of our puppies (story later), Finn spent the entire day, no nap (gasp), in the yard helping Steve.

Finn had a blast hammering a pencil into our pile of dirt with a real hammer. Then, he would flip the hammer around and use the nail remover side to rip the pencil out of the dirt, and then start anew, very focused. When Steve told him he could use a real hammer, Finn came inside and announced the milestone proudly. Daddy said I could nuse a real hammer, Mama. He did. Ask him. He also helped move rocks from point A to Point B with his Tonka truck, and dragged timber pieces around the yard.

Steve equally enjoyed the day with his boy, in the yard, in the rain, playing in dirt, with power tools, and real hammers. At one point in the day, Steve came in to the kitchen beaming about getting to make this memory with Finn.This is why he did the touchdown dance when the ultrasonographer told us we were having a boy 5 years ago.

Niamh was at Cousin Emily’s playing with Emily’s new kitty.

I was in the house, in a bathrobe and slippers (figuratively speaking), walking in circles, staring at empty kennels, talking to pet psychics, very sad that our pups were gone.

Later, when Steve was getting the kids showered before bed, he thanked Finn for all his help during the day and then turned to Niamh and told her that Finn was a really good helper while she was at Emily’s.

Niamh grunted and exclaimed, Finn Finn Finn! Blah Blah Blah! I’m tired of hearing about Finn and how he was good. I need some alone time from Finn! You don’t have to talk about Finn anymore!

I leave you with this.

I want Carol’s dress, and Jan’s red boots.