Another Joey

Finn very often reminds me of my brother, the Joey I remember as a little kid. He has a charismatic energy that I believe he inherited from his Uncle Joe. Much of what makes him a fun, interesting, pleasure of a little boy shouts Joey to me. When Finn is acting goofy, he sometimes gets a look on his face that I would swear is straight from Joey. Finn will point out dirt or food on his hands and be unhappy about it, just like Joe used to do. Most of all, Finn likes to talk and my memory of Joey is a non-stop chatter box. At this point, Finn's non-stop talking is often very funny because it is so darn repetitive, yet logical. On the way to meet Jason at the train today, a 10-minute walk, Finn and I sustained a sort of conversation.

"Where'd _________ go, Mama?" is a common refrain in Finn's non-stop talking. We see a dog and its owner walking toward us, talk about the doggie, and say, "hi" to the doggie. Once the dog is behind us, Finn immediately starts asking, "Where'd doggie go, Mama?" over and over again.

I told him we were going to dinner at the Avenue Ale House and we would get to eat outside, on the roof. Finn pointed to the roof of the house we were passing by saying, "eat on the roof." He then spent the next few minutes looking at various roofs and repeating, "eat on the roof." We discussed how we would need a ladder to climb on the roof, even though Finley is not allowed to climb ladders, just Mommy and Papa.

Finn's conversation also involves a lot of narration or commentary. "Man...an on a bike...not wearing helmet," Finn describes as we both watch a non-helmet wearing man ride his bike past us down the street.

--JAK