Pink Jeeps and Potatoes

Two things that are a major part of my life are eating and playing outside. I can't really even decide which I love more, but that's for another day. Today is a day for you to enjoy me and my favorite things.

In this photo below I've eaten over six pounds of cheese already and I'm still not done, and I'm giggling I'm so excited about it.
And I'm getting pretty good at using my spoon.
Don't know if you guys heard but I got my license. Yeah , I know, you think it's a little early but let's just say I'm a bit advanced. After getting my regular license I decided to go back and get a couple more, so first I went and got my trucker's license. It allows me to drive the big 18-wheel rigs. I did this so I could use a walkie-talkie and say "Breaker, breaker." I've always loved that phrase, even though I have no clue what it means.

I then went back and got my pink jeep license. This allows you to drive hot pink jeeps on people's decks.
And then I went back and got my motorcycle's license. Here's Dad and me when I just have my permit, so he still has to drive with me.

And here's me on my own after I passed the test.
I went out and bought myself a moped, too - no license needed for this one because it's under 50 CCs.

These last two photos have nothing to do with food or outside, but if anyone sees Mr. Potato Head, tell him I have his tongue.

Eli In the Morning

Wanted to share some pictures with you of my last few weeks at Nana's with my buddy, Eli. He makes me laugh, we fight over toys, he cheers me on when I'm walking, he hugs me, he's my buddy - that's all there is to it. There are a lot of photos here but that's cuz there is a lot of luv.

First off, you know the joint is clean because Eli is OBSESSED with vacuuming, so that's always a good thing.
Eli loves hockey about as much as he loves me. My dad records it for him and then the next day we sit and watch the Blackhawks.
And he also has a little hockey game that we play but sometimes he gets a little mad because I don't know the rules and I just like to sit on the gameboard... so he plays by himself.

In the meantime, I like to play with the hockey sticks that he brings over to Nana's. If I get on skates you all better watch out.
And there are times we play dress up - here's Eli putting a grandma hat on me.


Man, we really wanted to go outside this day but it was raining so we had to settle for just looking out the window...

... and playing peek-a-boo...
... and giving hugs.
Here we are trying on shoes...
... Eli looks pretty sweet in Dad's Nike's.

And this is the infamous night I took my first steps. I mean, could Eli possibly be any more excited that I'm walking. He was my biggest cheerleader that night.

Two Feet, Seven Steps

I told you so...

Walkin On Sunshine

I walked yesterday. There are no pictures, there is no video. You're just gonna have to rely on the trust we've built up on this blog over the past 13 months.

I took three steps in the afternoon and then 3.5 last night. If I can get those feet rollin again this weekend Dad will have the video going and we can throw it up on YouTube for all the world to see.

By the way, the lack of posts lately is Dad's fault. He went to New York on a bender with a couple buddies to see Marquette play last weekend and locked the computer password.

I'm pretty sure it's so that I didn't get online after Mom went to bed to play chess against Boris Maltinoslov. He's this Russian dude that lives 20 minutes outside of Moscow. We have gotten to playing some intense matches that can last all night. Dad woke up for work last Tuesday and I was passed out on the table with an empty fifth of whiskey and Boris was IM'ing me some pretty nasty stuff after I went Rook-7 to checkmate him. I was grounded from the computer for a week after that.

Got some pics coming this weekend, lots of 'em.

I'm The Bomb

I know, but I just can't help it, and I've decided to join the fray. When my heroes are lyrical geniuses like Eminem and Lupe Fiasco, I don't just want to listen to those threatening rap lyrics, I want to play the part.

So from here on out, I'm not gonna be Finley anymore. Nope, I'm gonna have a rapper name. You know, like 50 Cent, Dr. Dre, Biggie... yep, out on the menacing streets of Palos Park I'm gonna be known as F-Bomb, cuz when I rap, it's like an explosion of sound.

I've also decided I'm gonna let my jeans ride low, like all the little gangstas in Compton.
And I'm gonna learn all the words to "Ice, Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice, and I'm gonna say things like, "What up, dog?"
And that's just how it's gonna be. Word to your mother.

Soulmates

One thing I didn't mention in my last post about the Dog Show. This was such big news that I thought it deserved its own post.

You know how you can have a soulmate? Well, it's quite clear I have found mine, but it's in the form of a dog (which should surprise no one) and it's more like a hairmate. Here, see for yourself.

My Day With Dogs

As many of you know, I'm nutso about dogs, so Mom and Dad decided why not take me to the Dog Show at McCormick Place, and off we went.

Here's the set-up: They had about 25 rings where the dogs that all looked exactly the same would line up and run around in circles. Then there would be this old dude or old gal who would stare at the dogs and pretend to notice something amazing about one or two of them that no one else did. Then he/she would go down the line and choose one and the owner and his/her family would all go crazy and do a victory dance.

The best part, though, was in the back - they had every dog who was at the show hanging out at their respective little set-ups and you could go back there and see them and pet them. Here's a peek at what we saw.

This is the dog version of the Three Stooges
And you just know this one was made fun of in doggy high school.
Here are a couple of Dad's favorites (Cue Mom in the background whispering, "Over my dead body.")
I, obviously, might have to use my persuasion techniques on Mom in a few years because I, too, am a fan of the oversized canine.
Needless to say, it was an exhausting day. And don't laugh, you know you've all been there before, sitting on an airplane, relaxed, and next thing you know you wake up with your mouth open and some drool sliding down your chin...

So I saw a lot of dogs - some of them were lame, some of them I really liked, but my heart, as it always will, still belongs to Boss.