Wednesday, November 29, 2006

A little snip-snip and some snow


Grandma and Grandpa Siemers arrived from Minnesota on Monday night. By Wednesday morning, snow came to New Mexico.

Coincidence?

It's Capt. Quinn's first brush with snow. Not that he cares. He's probably more concerned with all the attention being directed at more intimate parts of his wee body.

Dr. Good handled Quinn's little snip-snip procedure masterfully yesterday. Quinn was a trooper, making Mommy and Daddy proud. He only cried while being restrained, which makes sense, considering he was strapped to a table while a strange man in a white coat took a scalpel to his you-know-what. If that happened to me I'd start learning Kung-Fu.

I've come to believe that grandparents have cast some kind of spell over babies. Quinn's wails could register on the Richter scale while being held by Mommy and Daddy. But Grandma Smith just waltzes in his general proximity and it's like someone hit the mute button. Grandpa Siemers, too, has this talent. I'm convinced the magic spell is written in code on the back of AARP cards.

Quinn's big surgery is over. Now it's time for Dexie the Wonderdog to go under the knife. Come to think of it, I'm not sure there is any cutlery involved in pulling an absess tooth. So, I guess she's more likely to go under the pliers. Nonetheless, our furry friend is having a tooth pulled tomorrow, so here's to hoping that doesn't suck.

Today's picture I call, "So there's snow on the ground. Big deal. Put down the camera and throw me the ball."

2 comments:

WriterlyWife said...

Hiya, Erik! I just started checking in on your Capt. Quinn stories. Very cute. Baby's adorable! You two did a fantastic job producing a beautiful baby!
When are you coming home (to The Trib)? And, more importantly, are you bringing in the Wee One?
Take good care,
Tamara
ps. the new Turtle Mountain is up and running... officially. :)

kate said...

Oh, Erik, this blog is wonderful! So light-hearted. Your writing is too good.
Oh, and the baby's cute, too.
Kate