Finn is 2!

Finn was born two years ago today.

It was the first birth of my children attended by not only my husband, but my mom and Dad as well.  I labored just how I wanted and got the best epidural at the last minute.

The first thing I noticed when he was born were his huge dark eyes and the signature birthmark on his shoulder. 

Life has been a whirlwind since that day!

  For the past few weeks he's carried around a bouncy ball and his "football card," (which is actually a McDonalds gift card with a football player on it) as his most prized possessions. 

He still loves a good bottle, his  paci, his taggie blanket, 

and his siblings, 

especially Jack.

 He loves buses and trucks,

 books and music.

He has a naughty streak.

 He's reached Gold Status as a tantrum thrower.

 He knows where we are when we are driving around town, yelling out whatever landmark is nearby. 

Chuch! (Church!) 

Dorse! (Store!)

 Duke's goose! (Luke's school!)

Mac's goose! (Max's school!)

 Home!(Home!)  

When I'm putting him to bed I always whisper sweet nothings in his ears. And he always whispers back in his soft little way, "Wa you" (I love you)  and  "mama's baby". 

He's obsessed with football, basketball, and BYU (they're synonymous really) even though we never really encouraged it. He can spot the Y logo anywhere, any oval shape is undoubtedly a football, and he yells "touchdown!" at just the right time. 

He idolizes his dad. He wants to be where he is and do what he does. And if he has to grow up, modeling himself after Dan would be my favorite option.

From Instagram: 

Two years ago today this big eyed beauty came into our world. His adorability is his saving grace, but my favorite part about him is that he's mine. Forever. Happy Birthday, Finn Baby!