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
