Is Barf Really The Greatest Gift?

On Father's Day, Finn and I got up and made a special breakfast for Brad. We tried to include all of his favorites and it was a wonderful start to the day. We had a great breakfast and were marking the occasion with a few father-son photos when suddenly Finn had a surprise of his own. Barf for dad! Not just spit-up, but full-on big boy throw-up. Brad, like the great father his is, took the whole thing in stride and even helped with the clean-up. The rest of the day was a bit of a blur, but I think we made the best of it and Finn and I had a little talk about appropriate gifts for next year.

Back by Popular Demand

After a small blogging hiatus, The Rutledge Family is back with big news and Finn high-lights. For all of you (I think there are actually four people who regularly read this blog) that have been wondering why it has been so long. Well, we've been a little busy. We are expecting a new baby (due the end of November) and as a result have put our house on the market and have been looking for a new home. That project has pretty much consumed the majority of my time. If I'm not cleaning and preparing for someone to see our house, then I am out of the house juggling Max and Finn desperately trying to think of an activity that will keep us out of the house without dying in the summer heat. The pool has been a great escape for Finn, but I've learned that dogs are generally frowned upon at public pools.

Round and Round

On Mother's Day we went to brunch at the Zermatt Resort. The food was good, but the highlight was the merry-go-round ride with Finn.

Dad's Little Helper

Brad has a theory that if he familiarizes Finn with the lawnmower early enough then by the time he can walk he will be able to handle the entire yard himself.

Ride 'em Cowboy

Family Photo

Just after Finn's first birthday we had new family photos taken. The experience reminded me of our first family photos except Finn didn't cry the entire time and neither one of us got pooped on.

Brrr , Brrr, Brrr

Finn started saying bird (it sounds more like brr). Today Finn took a trip to Tracy Aviary with his friends Olivia and Gibbeny. He had a great time looking at all of the different birds. He said brr, brr, brr and pointed the entire time. One of the highlights was when we got to go in an exhibit where the birds are free to roam around. He laughed and laughed when the birds would walk over by him. He also seemed pretty excited to watch the the Pelicans get fed even if their mouths looked almost big enough to eat him.