Friday, September 28, 2007


... watch that baby crawling. Rawhide!!!!!

Know what song I'm talking about? Quinn has now fulfilled Daddy's dream and is a crawling MANIAC! From scooting around in his own "Quinn crawl" to a full-out crawl on hands and knees in days.....days!

How do they learn this? Mommy was not too concerned that the good Cap'n had not mastered this yet. We were fine in our little "non-motivated" world. Now it's all topsy-turvy at Casa Siemers. Mommy actually has to watch the little one because he moves!

He has gotten a nice hand-wash in the dog bowl. I'm sure Dexie may have some competition when it comes to eating her food now too. Dog toys are no longer safe where they lay. Mommy's garbage-ridden coffee table will have to be "baby-proofed" and the slate wiped clean. Why DO they want everything they shouldn't have, with a host full of toys at their fingertips? No, Cap'n Quinn has to have that nail polish that Mommy forgot was under the table, or the plethora of papers to be found stuffed in every cubby hole. Mommy will soon realize just how much "stuff" she has.

Quinn is also getting more teeth! 5 going on 6 is the last count. I'm sure we'll miss one here or there. It's not easy to get an almost 11-month old to open up and say "ahhh!"

Since we've been slow on the blogging these days, here's a few videos to make up for it:

Saturday, September 22, 2007

The ham that eats eggs

It's been a while since Daddy posted anything here, so we're sorry about that. I suppose "The Daily Quinn" is just a name after all.

But we've been up to a lot. This week Mommy and Daddy took the good Cap'n Quinn to the New Mexico State Fair. He helped finish off an Indian Taco, which is fry bread topped with beans, beef, lettuce, tomato, cheese and red chili.

Our wee little hero ate the beans (beans, the musical fruit, the more you eat, the more you ... toot.) He also went face to face with a giant pig. Much like everyone else, the pig was charmed by the encounter.

Daddy's still busy hunting for jobs, but he doesn't seem as freaked out as he did a few weeks ago. And Quinn was very sad to hear that Grandma Siemers wasn't feeling good last week, but he's relieved to know that she's doing better. Hopefully, if she feels OK, she'll come visit and watch all the hot air balloons that Daddy points out when we're out walking Dexie.

Quinn's new teeth -- he has four n
ow -- have helped him munch on bigger foods. He's eaten a hot dog; a whole piece of pizza; a breakfast of eggs, potatoes and toast; and several bananas (which, for now, will be referred to only as nanners. For no particular reason). He doesn't care for grilled chicken, ground turkey patties or mushy carrots. We suppose the texture bugs him -- or he has a thing against fowl.

And as you can see in the picture above, he's still Mommy's favorite model. He may look good in this stylish hat, but it isn't likely to stay on long. Socks and shoes share the same fate on our little man.

That's OK, though. What he lacks in accessories, he makes up for in charm.

Friday, September 07, 2007

A message to Grandpa Siemers

(Quinn is at daycare today, playing with Miss Beth. But before he left, he translated this message especially for Grandpa Siemers.)

Dear Grandpa,

Mommy and Daddy told me that today is your birthday. Daddy said Grandma Siemers actually told him, because he can't remember anything.

Anyway, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I don't know how old you are, but you don't seem very old. And Daddy says you guys like to go out and have a lot of fun.

Maybe soon you can come and visit me. I can't wait to play with you guys again.

I can do a lot more now. I'm trying to crawl, but I think my legs are too long and keep getting in the way. I'm trying real hard, though. I just can't stand sitting still. Though I do like it when my doggie, Dexie, licks me in the face when I'm sitting. I try to grab her fur, but Daddy tells me to be gentle. Dexie doesn't seem to mind. She's my buddy.

I'm getting lots more hair. Daddy says he thinks it came in overnight. Maybe there's a hair fairy? Mommy likes to put it into a mohawk, giving me the punk-rocker look my cousin Axel used to have. I don't mind as long as Mommy has fun. And I wouldn't mind looking like Axel. He's pretty cool and he lets me play with his toys.

Daddy is looking for a job. And now he's stuck home this week feeling sicky. He keeps saying something about "locusts" coming next or that "the sky is falling," but I don't understand what he means. I just try to play with him and keep him happy.

Well, Grandpa, I hope you have a great birthday. Daddy told me to tell you that if you go out for dinner, make sure to check for meat in the burger first. And don't forget the pie. Something like that.

I can't wait to see you and I love you.

Your grandson,

Quinn (as translated by Daddy)