The continuing exploits of Mr. Finnegan as he conquers the world with his cuteness.

The patient presents with acute cuteness and precocious adorableness. The specimen appears to be a healthy young male, human as far as can be told, and very much in the prime of life.

By God, Man! Is he not huggable!?

The Doctor will see you now.

Stats:

9 months old.

2′ 5.5″ (86%)

23 lb 5 oz (87%)

17.99 ” Head Circumference (62%)

(10^100)^(10^100) On the Finnegan Scale of Awesome (One Googleplex, as high as the scale currently measures).

Zoot Alores!

Dear Lord! I may have to dramatically tear these fake glasses from my head for emphasis!

As I approach the ripe old age of 9 months I have come to the realization that I must soon find my way in the world. A choice of occupation was soon my preoccupation, and a quick trip to the library was in order.

As I perused the aisles of books trying to ascertain what line of work best suited my talents I realized that the answer lay not in the contents of the books on the shelves but in the books themselves. BOOKS!

I have found my calling!

But then I found a delicious lens cap and soon discovered the world of professional photography.

A career in photography beckons

So many choices! I am afraid I must needs remain unemployed and at my leisure for a little while longer as I take stock of these weighty matters. I cannot dither too much longer as adulthood is surely just around the corner.