It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said...

...Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm. -Sam Levenson

Finn turned 5.
Pretty big deal in our house; you are kindergarten age, you are out of the oral stage, you can use the microwave.
He can pretty much do every chore on the chore list...I love it!



Finn wanted an "Angry Birds" party. Pappy exposed the boys to the game while Josh and I were in Hawaii. You see, my mother who is usually the boss when we are gone had to make an emergency trip to Arizona, leaving Pappy in charge. He did great, but in a moment of desperation downloaded the game onto his Mac, iPad and iPhone. That way all three boys could have a go. We came home and not only are the boys addicted but Pappy is as well.

Anyway, Finn loves it. I wish you could hear how he says "Angry Birds" it's pretty cute. He got to invite friends, pretty scary for the little boy who only wants to play with his brothers. But in the end he loved it and it was good for him to stretch his friendship making skills.



Oh, and I forgot to mention that it was Finn's golden birthday!








Golden bedroom explosion...check!
5 Golden wrapped birthday presents...check!
Golden Elton John sunglasses...check!
Golden onion ring tower from "The Robin"...check!

Happy Golden Birthday Finnegan!