If the punchline weren't so adorable, I'd suggest it sounds like the start of a joke: What do you get when you put a Finn in a room full of Swedes?
a: A brunette and five blonds
b: Six Larson grand kids
c: All of the above
The correct answer, of course, is all of the above. This past weekend, the kids got to meet their newest cousin, Finn David Larson. He's a pretty amazing little guy - wide awake and perfectly content despite being passed around to a whole lot of people who all wanted to hold him.
There's something so precious about a tiny baby. Even young kids (i.e. my children) seem to instinctively know they must be gentle while holding something so small.
And then... just like that... they revert back to their wild and goofy selves.
Wild and goofy? I wonder where they could have learned that?
The good news for Zane in all of this is my kids finally seem ready to call him by just his name. Up until now he's always been Baby Zane to them, (no matter that he's become an extremely active toddler.) Now they can attach the "Baby" title to a new guy. Welcome to the family, Baby Finn.