Monday, May 28, 2007

The boss man

It was hot out there with our shovel and rake, sweat pouring down our brows from the afternoon sear and the hard labor.

The foreman sat there in the shade, hunkered in his seat like a wayward drunk. He didn't speak. He made just a single noise to say what he thought of our work.

He stuck out his tongue, and made a farty noise.

"How we doin' boss?"

*farty noise*

"That good eh?"

*drooly farty noise*

He drives us hard, that wee Cap'n Quinn. Our little hero sat in the shade of the garage while Mommy and Daddy began reworking the landscape in our front yard today. So far it's a mess, and will likely stay a mess until Mommy and Daddy figure out exactly what they're doing, which may take a while. You should see the back yard; one big sandbox.

"Wanna take a break boss?"

*farty noise*

Once Mommy and Daddy were done starting their mess, the three of us went down to Balloon Fiesta Park to check out a wine festival. Mommy and Daddy sampled several nice, local wines while Cap'n Quinn got checked out by the ladies.

"Oohh, that baby's so cute. You're such a handsome little man."

*farty noise*

This one we'll call, "Mommy's new contraption":

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Teeth on the horizon

If you look close, and can find your way around his tongue, there appear to be some teeth peeking up from Cap'n Quinn's tiny mouth.

This, of course, is a big deal since teeth are useful in the consumption of food. That's the word, anyway. But our little hero has proven so far that he needs no assistance in the food department.
Mommy has already moved the good cap'n up to what they call "second foods," which is really no different from the peas and squash and pears and applesauce he's already been eating. It's just got chunks, and not the kind that come up when Daddy feeds him too much. They also come in new flavors, like pear and blueberry, steak and eggs, beer and brats, lutefisk and lefse. Of course, Daddy didn't read the labels, so who knows.

Sleeping, once Mommy and Daddy's eternal problem when it came to the little slugger, is no longer a problem. Bed time is at 7 p.m., and Quinn sleeps straight until 5:30 or 6ish in the a.m.. While 7 or 8 a.m. would be preferred, we'll be happy with what we're given so far.

This weekend we're going to get him landscaping the front yard. We figure he's growing so fast we ought to put him to work. Or he can just watch. It's up to him.

Here's a few pictures and a video to tide you over:

Monday, May 14, 2007

A mother's first

Mommy: It seems I had a lot of firsts to get in yesterday. My first Mother's Day, and the first time we took Cap'n Quinn to a ballgame. I'll let Daddy expound on that. I had a great first Mother's Day. We ate brunch (my favorite thing to do), I got out of work (my next favorite thing to do), and I got to spend a nice, but hot, afternoon with my two favorite people on earth. Mommy wasn't too smart and didn't put any sunscreen on her legs, so today she's walking around like someone with two broken ankles.

Hard to believe I'm someone's mother now, and I couldn't have picked a better little fella. He's the light of my life and makes me smile 100 times a day. I can't wait for the first Mother's Day where I get a macaroni necklace, or a finger-painted plate. Hopefully, next Mother's Day he'll be able to say "Mama," or some version of his choosing. Either way, he'll melt my heart.

Daddy: It was sort of hard to explain the beauty of a perfectly-turned double-play to the young Cap'n Quinn when the home team is losing 9-0 with only one out in the top of the first inning.

The more I think of it, this might have been a pretty bad first baseball experience for our little hero had the day not been so perfect. Sure, the game was a blowout -- the Albuquerque Isotopes narrowed it to within a touchdown (seven runs for those of you who don't realize there aren't actually touchdowns in baseball) by the last inning -- but we had the sunshine, we were at the ballpark, and it was just the three of us.

Look it up. That's the recipe for perfect.

Young Quinn didn't see much of the game. We spent most of the day trying to create the perfect pocket of shade for him to reside in. But he did get his first feeling of grass -- we sat in a special $5 outdoor lawn area -- and he got to hear the crack of the bat, the authentic noises of the greatest game ever created.

There will be a lot of chances to teach about the perfect double-play.

This family will be seeing a lot more baseball to come.

And we'll make sure to treat Mommy to a lot more special Mother's Days, too. Click this link to see one of her presents.

Here's a few more pictures from our brunch with Mommy, our day at the ballpark, and the last one is from today, Quinn's six-month birthday picture in the same outfit he wore home from the hospital:

Monday, May 07, 2007

Almost mobile

The wee captain may get seasick if he doesn't stop moving so much.

Yes, Quinn is beginning to get his sea legs. He rolls left and right and around and is on the verge -- and by "verge" I mean, anytime between now and the next three months, for all I know -- of getting up on his knees and crawling.

He's certainly trying. The second Mommy and Daddy lay him on his back he begins a procession of log rolls across the carpet. He no longer minds being on his belly, and actually laughs once he's there.

Mommy and Daddy didn't take many pictures of our little hero this week. But Daddy did shoot these fun movies. Here it is: