Some words about the hair...

I get shocked looks and gasps frequently, incredulity! Fionn has latent hair genetics, I am certain from the maternal grandpapa. The Dutch have better hair than the Irish-German mixed breeds. Their chocolate is excellent as well.

Several movie characters have come to mind frequently when trying to quantify Fionn's coiffure: Yahoo Serious from Young Einstein, Beetlejuice, Val Kilmer in Real Genius. And the rockstars: John Liden, aka Johnny Rotten of the Sex Pistols, B.A.D., etc. He's much more handsome than John Liden, however, if he wants to be a rockstar I'm all for that. That would be one thing I'd live vicariously for.

If Junior has tapped into a cosmic source of energy, his hair is the conduit for transporting the other-worldliness, the worm-hole, his own personal infinite improbability drive. Douglas Adams would agree I think.

We all need a physical metaphor or two to suggest a hint of unique-ness in the world, ants can tell each other apart by chemical signature, I believe mine would be the tooth gap, and some say I now resemble David Letterman for that distinctive feature. I could do worse I suppose, I was more hoping for an ancient Sumerian Warrior with a notable gap, or at least one of the swarthy characters of the Spaghetti Westerns. I guess I'll take what I can get.

For now Fionn's will be his hair, I'm sure other notable features will diverge from just the hair but that works for me. My 3-month old has the do of a network news anchorman standing out in hurricane-force winds. Like he received the Heat Mizer blast straight out of the womb.

Outstanding.

I pray that the mullet never becomes cool again.

Maiden Voyage; not just a great song....

So this is for everyone; family and friends, new and old, those not on Facebook (good for you). For the proof that, even though it took me 39 years, I reproduced (don't think I can't hear the gasps and gut-wrenching laughter, even through cyber-space).

I spent a fair amount of subconscious thought on a proper name for this while I was laundering his fouled diapers this weekend, because it'll no doubt become much more than just a way to see how Fionn's progressing. Primarily because I can't help running on about something, some incident that inspires me to yammer away until someone says, "shut up and drink another beer."

I probably won't censor myself much, but if anyone is offended, I didn't set out to do that intentionally, but I won't apologize either.

Enjoy the images of young Fionn, I'm determined to create an interesting life for him, until he leaves on his set of adventures.

Peace out,
pmac