Dear Santa,

The other night Tim sat down with Finn to draft his letter to Santa. He decided to make Finn really work at it this year! Almost every word that follows is straight from Finn's mouth with little or no "cleaning up" by Tim. We prodded him with questions and suggestions like, "Santa doesn't know you so why don't you tell him about yourself..." Here it is:

December 17th 2008

Dear Santa,

Hi Santa, my name is Finn Patrick Broderick. I live in XXXX, Connecticut. I am three years old, but I am going to be four years old on Christmas Day!!

I am best buddies with my cousin Nathaniel. He lives in Massachusetts.

Some days a week I go to XXX. XXX is a place where I go and do crafts, play, work, eat lunch, clean up, make good friends. Some of my friends are Shelby, Jimmy, Erin, Kaiden, Jake, and Cassidy, and Allison.

Other days I go to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. And I meet Mazey and Sophie. And I eat all my food at breakfast. I eat meatballs all day! (Random embellishment.)

Me: What kind of boy are you?

I am half-medium. That means I’m short. I watch movies like Bigfoot. That is a Monster Truck.

Tim: You need to tell Santa about what a good boy you are. What do good boys do?

I say “please”…I say “thank you”….and I also don’t want to talk about this anymore.

I sleep all night, almost all the time. I throw up sometimes, but not all the times. I get a Kleenex at the night when I need a tissue. Kleenex is another word for tissue. I always say “Kleenex Town” when I see a Kleenex in my room.

I flush the toilet and always wash my hands. I do good listening. When grow-ups do what they tell me to do, I do it.

I play hide and seek whenever I don’t make noise.

I don’t talk with food in my mouth….I don’t put my elbows on the table. I wait to get off the table until everybody else is done eating.

I would like to have a Spyglass….a Transformer vehicle…..a Haunted House that has toys to hunt with.

Santa, may I please have these things.

Sincerely yours,


Finn Patrick Broderick

Boys Will Be Boys...I Guess!

So. Since I often work long hours on Saturdays, Tim and Finn are sometimes on their own for extended periods. Once in a while they meet up with some of Tim's friends who also have kids. Three grown men and their offspring. What better place to grab lunch than the infamousHooters, right?

So the other day I was driving and Finn told me he wanted to go to Bruegger's.

Me: "Oh, what kind of bagel do you want at Bruegger's?"
Finn: "No, not the bagel place. The Bruegger's with the balloons."

Me to myself "What is he talking about? Balloons? OH, wait a minute..."

Me: "Finn, do you mean Hooters?"
Finn: "Hooters. Ya, Hooters. Is that the place where the ladies wear little orange underpants?
Me: "Um, ya. Those are their shorts."

My Boy

I am working on a post of a bunch of photos from our trip to the Cape for the 4th. We have lots of beautiful nephews, nieces and friends there--wait till you see 'em!

But, alas, I am up too late yet again and so have chosen one favorite picture of My Favorite Boy--my son, Finn. That's all for now. He is my Everything. Ain't he cute?

When Nature Calls...

Well--we went away this past weekend. Drove to the Cape on Thursday after work. This is Finn in a church parking lot on the way. (I know, I know, a church? It was the best place to pull over, I swear! And look--we went all the way to the edge!)

Seriously, how long can a 3 year old hold it?!