Groundhog Day

As we complete our second week with our dear boy, I am starting to be reminded of the movie, "Groundhog Day" with Bill Murray. For those of you not familiar with the movie, the plot is basically this: Bill Murray gets trapped in time and continues to live the same day over and over again until he gets it right. Every day he has the same encounters, steps in the same puddles, spills the same coffee on himself, what have you.

At this point in the game, I think Conor and I can both relate to the monotony experienced by Mr. Murray's character in "Groundhog Day." With a newborn, you certainly do begin to feel that you are living the same day over and over again (Nurse, burp, change diaper, cuddle, rock to sleep. Nurse, burp, change diaper, cuddle, rock to sleep). But that's actually not the aspect of the movie that sticks out for me as I stare at my sweet baby who is quietly sleeping in his car seat following our trip to the airport to drop off his Ganna (my mother) after her visit.

No, the aspect of the movie that I keep thinking about is the part where Bill Murray tries (unsuccessfully) to recreate a particularly good day when he happens to make headway with another person (usually the romantic interest, Andie McDowell). When the next day comes, he tries so hard to say the exact same thing as the day before, lean towards Andie McDowell in the exact same way, do the exact same things to win her heart. But, alas, the magic cannot be conjured up again so easily. And so he must begin the next day as if from scratch.

Ah, to this we can relate. Each day Conor and I find ourselves having some relative successes and failures where Mr. Fionn Crimmins is concerned. Let's say we have some luck getting him to sleep for a longer chunk of time during the night. Well, of course we think, "Hmm...now what did we just do to make this happen? And how can we make sure to do the exact same thing tomorrow?" Of course, when we try to do The Exact Same Thing the following night, we inevitably crash and burn. Meanwhile, our dear Fionny peers at us as if to say, "Gotcha, Mom and Dad! You really thought I was going to be that easy? Suckers!"



Oh well. If it was easy, it wouldn't be fun. Right?

As we continue to piece together the great puzzle that is Seamus Fionn Crimmins, we have enjoyed the company of so many friends who have stopped in to meet our little Puzzle. Conor has been careful to document each visit so please check out the flickr link for pictures. There are simply too many to post here in the blog, but each visit has been so special and so very appreciated.

Of course, our most notable visitor in the past week was Fionn's Ganna, otherwise known as my mother. It was such a joy to see Mom with our little guy, and the love that she showed him was simply beautiful and breathtaking.



While here, Ganna also cooked one of my favorite meals from childhood (meatloaf) as well as a delicious and sinful pound cake for dessert. We also celebrated a few of Fionn's big firsts, including his first stroll around the neighborhood and his first sponge bath.



It was just so wonderful to have her here, and Fionn misses her already.

I have to say, though, it is difficult to tell who misses Ganna more -- Fionn or our cats. Our poor attention-starved cats just absolutely soaked up every bit of Ganna's love and affection during her visit.



It was a wonderful, special time for everyone in the Crimmins household. Come back soon, Ganna! We miss you!