Waiting for Phineas

Finn and Ollie! Now there's a good ring to those names together if I've ever heard one.  My two grandsons, Finn and Ollie. Say it with me, Finn and Ollie, Finn and Ollie. I do however prefer the Oliver to Ollie, but now with little Phineas, my opinion could change. We'll see.

Whoever started with the "Sam" had magical powers as it stuck with both my uncle and grandnephew.

Skillful waiting is required to time my Seattle arrival prior to Phineas's. Do you think that is the proper possessive, Phineas's?

Speaking of waiting, Phineas please wait a little longer, more time is needed to get my bags packed. (yes Becky, BAGS) Packing light renders one not cruise ready you know. Our armchair travels have Becky and Bubbie entertaining Oliver on a Disney cruise giving Mama and Dada time to bond with baby Phineas. M-I-Ceee-K-E-Yeee  M-O-U-S-Eeeeee!

Stuck, sitting in the Jeep last night, while waiting in the Menard's back lumber yard, took forever.  TH decided that we/he would re-insulate the ceilings beneath my office/bedroom aka "the tower."  Tom refers to it as the "ivory tower." (the Johns Manville up there is bright white Tom, not ivory) TH noticed that when I drop a pencil on the floor it sounds like a sludge hammer and of course he would recognize that sound.

So anyway, I was waiting for this sound proofing insulation that is "green" but actually it's blue, made from recycled blue jeans to get loaded into the Jeep. Since we are BIG tree huggers, it was naturally (pun?) the way to go.

Yes we are so Betsy! You taught us well. We take no part in the ritual of killing trees for Christmas. Someone else in the family does that oh so well. We'll mention no names Uncle Bobber.

We compost.

We use less water for bathing than the rest of you. Even less than Phineas will as an infant.

We plant trees every Mother's Day with RLA.