Finally upright

Mommy and Daddy have waited a while for this one. Finally, the good Cap'n Quinn can sit up all by himself.

It was such a momentous achievement that Mommy almost cried. For one, this means the beginning of the end of not having to hold him all the time. But more importantly, it means our little hero is growing up -- and fast.

Now, Quinn likes to sit on his blanket on the floor and play with the new set of stackable cups that Grandma Smith brought him. He also wants to grab Dexie's ball, though Daddy doesn't want the doggie's slobber all over his hands.

While that was the good news, we did have some bad news this week. Our wee Cap'n Quinn is likely going to need tubes put in his ears. The Good Doctor Good told us that it's not typical for a little boy Quinn's age to have tubes put in, but it sure beats hearing loss -- which could be the alternative if he continues to get ear infections.

But, as usual, our little fella soldiers on with a smile and a laugh. The world is his oyster. And now he can sit up and enjoy it.

To commemorate the moment, here's a video:

Just right

Our little cowboy has an enemy. And his name is Luke.

Luke isn't a cool character. He's not a hot shot. He's somewhere in between. And that confounds the good Cap'n Quinn, our little buckaroo.

Yes, Mommy and Daddy have yet to help Quinn tame this rival, the dastardly villain named Luke Warm.

As his eternal fussiness joined Mommy and Daddy for a little Daddy's Day brunch, his meal of choice (soy formula; shaken, not stirred) just wasn't the right temperature, even after Daddy held it under the steaming tap water in the restaurant's big boy room.

It was still too cold as the good Cap'n took Daddy to the mall to shop for new shoes. Luke Warm angered our little hero so much, the whole mall could hear his curses.

Finally, Daddy took the little man home to get out the big guns. Luke Warm didn't last 10 seconds in the microwave, and Cap'n Quinn won the day.

Sure, Quinn's particular. You could even say picky, though Daddy likes to think of him as a formula connoisseur. Would any sophisticated adult, after all, consume a white wine that hadn't been chilled?

At least our little hero was kind enough to take Daddy out for his first Daddy's Day. And Daddy sure enjoyed it, along with the gift card to buy more music to put in that little black box that plays all of his favorite soccer radio shows.

Three times already this week Quinn has taken Mommy swimming at the pool. It's more than 100 degrees outside, after all. He probably figured Mommy needed to cool off.

And yesterday, he was kind enough to escort Grandma Smith and Cousin Amanda (the birthday girl) to hike at a place called Tent Rocks. After that, he gave them a tour of Santa Fe.

So he may be picky. But at least he's thoughtful.

Here's a few pictures and videos from Quinn's busy week:

Two miles high

You might be surprised to know that our little hero reached new heights this week, as in two-miles high kind of heights, climbing a mountain high, up where eagles soar kinds of high.

Of course, it came with the assistance of the world's largest tram, which carried our little hero, Mommy, Grandma Smith and Cousin Amanda up to the top of the Sandia Mountains Tuesday.

Still, let's not pour cold water on this achievement. He was mostly fuss-free as he ascended these new heights, fighting off the continuing evil-doers that are his new teeth and an infected ear.

And yet, he was also able to muster the powers of his eternal cuteness in front of a camera when Mommy had new pictures taken (like to the one to the right) of him posing in clothes supporting some of Daddy's favorite sports teams.

It was a pleasant first Father's Day present for Daddy, who recognizes that he gets a Father's Day gift every day when he gets home and see his best buddy's excitable smile each afternoon.

The good Cap'n Quinn is finding new ways to show off his personality. The other day, Daddy give him a little raspberry on his neck, eliciting a belly laugh. Daddy then turned his head. And the next thing he knew, Quinn was trying to give him a raspberry right back.

He's a funny guy. That's something we shouldn't be surprised by.

Here's a few pictures from Quinn's photo shoot this week, and a few more just for fun:

Double whammy

Having two white ivory tusks protruding from your lower gums would seem like enough, wouldn't it? Painful, fever inducing, and all around sucky. Yessiree.

Having two white ivory tusks protruding from your lower gums AND getting an ear infection? That's downright unreasonable.

That, however, is the hand that wee Cap'n Quinn has been dealt this week, placing him a few notches above miserable on the displeasure scale.

But just like everything else our little hero has endured (let's run through it: the whole birth thing, the little snip-snip procedure, the gigantic you-know-whats next to his hoo-ha, the daycare black eye, and that should about do it), he's handling this like the heavyweight champ that he is.

On a side note, man can that little dude grow some teeth -- or "teef" as Mommy and Daddy like to say. The "toofers" (another variant on the word; look it up) are rolling right through that gum line. He's leaving marks on the spoons.

Check back next week. He'll probably be eating steak.

Until then, take a peek at this video which we call, "The next David Beckham."

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":

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:

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:

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:

It must be the shirts

Sorry Aunt Tory. I know the shirts you sent Cap'n Quinn are nice. And I know he loves them -- especially the one that says "#1 Minnesota Twins Fan."

Except there's a problem. They make him puke.

Well, at least two out of the four he's worn so far. And there's still one that says "Oh poop" that he hasn't tried yet. That'll make it come out the other end, I suppose. Which is more natural.

Ok, I'll confess. It has nothing to do with Aunt Tory's shirts. They're lovely.

Daddy is the bad guy here. Joined by the over-abundance of carrots and peaches that he fed our our little man the past two days. Apparently Daddy figures the good Cap'n has the same appetite he does. Except he doesn't. Which is why Daddy spent his Saturday night cleaning up an newly-orange chez lounge chair.

Otherwise it's been a good week for Cap'n Quinn. He seems to be over his big bad ear infections. And he was great entertainment for Daddy, as can be seen in the picture above, when he got sick with a big bad cold.

And today we took Dexie the Wonderdog on a nice long walk.

Right before he puked.

To put it all right for Aunt Tory -- one of Daddy's dearest college friends -- here's a collection of pictures featuring our little hero in several of her wonderful shirts:

Home to battle the bug

Cap'n Quinn has successfully invaded the north, only to return wounded, a victim of the region's most dangerous weapon -- its cool weather.

In other words, Quinn had a great time meeting Daddy's side of the family in Minnesota and North Dakota. But he came back with a chest cold and ear infections. He's a tough little fella, though, and he's handling it like a pro.

Our trip north was a great expedition.

We flew two hours on an airplane. Quinn slept.

We drove five hours to North Dakota. Quinn slept.

We did both of those things again. Quinn slept.

Quinn got baptized. OK, he didn't sleep for this one. Probably because it was a nice, private ceremony in Garrison at Shepherd of the Lake Lutheran Church -- nice both for its poignancy and its brevity. He wore the same christening gown worn more than a century ago by a grandfather on Mommy's side of the family. It looked like big, long, baby wedding dress. But it wasn't, so we'll call it a gown.

Quinn got to meet his Great-grandma Sack in Inkster, N.D., and also see where Daddy went to school at the University of North Dakota. He also got kicked out of his first bar (slash restaurant) -- not that that's ever happened to Daddy (cough, cough) -- in Grand Forks, N.D., though that was due to some jerk of a restaurant employee quibbling over the details of some new state law affecting minors in places that serve booze.

While all that was fun, minus the getting kicked-out part, the most important part of the trip was meeting with Daddy's family -- especially Uncle Ken, Auntie Tara and Auntie Toni. While he had already spent time with Grandma and Grandpa Siemers, he hadn't met Daddy's brother and sisters yet. That doesn't mean, however, that spending time with Grammy and Grandpa wasn't great. They were pretty impressed with his cuteness skills when he was a few weeks old -- now they're charter members of the Cap'n Quinn Fan Club.

To commemorate the trip, here' s a collection of pictures to enjoy.

Hangin' with Daddy at UND's Ralph Engelstad Arena:













Meeting Uncle Wayne (Daddy's old college roommate) and Auntie Christina in Grand Forks:













Getting baptized:













Getting some love from Auntie Toni:












Proud Godparents, Auntie Tara and Uncle Hal:











Liking the view from over Uncle Ken's shoulder:












Getting inspected by the DeShaw family:











My Grandma taking care of me:

Invading the north

We're off to Grandma and Grandpa Siemers' house tomorrow. And we're way more excited than Cap'n Quinn looks in the picture to the right.

Mommy and Daddy are hoping our wee hero can sit still or, better yet, sleep for the entire two-hour flight. That would be nice. It will be even nicer once we get there and don't have to worry about it any more.

Speaking of sleep, Mommy and Daddy are finding it immeasurably cute that Cap'n Quinn now prefers to sleep on his side. He's even getting used to sleeping on his tummy, though it always makes him cry for a few seconds. Now, once we've rocked him to sleep, he kicks his legs when we let him down into the crib and almost immediately rolls to his left.

For some reason, it's adorable. Sorta like everything else he does.

We've got a fever

Someday even Cap'n Quinn might feel the fever that is running through Daddy's veins so strongly that he tried to put a man-sized hat on a baby-sized head.

It was, at least, one of Daddy's Minnesota Twins ballcaps. Which should explain which kind of fever we're referring to -- the baseball fever.

You can see by the wee captain's picture to the right that he shares Daddy's excitement over the Twins this season. The World's Greatest Sports Franchise in History, as the team is referred to in the Siemers household, may struggle in a increasingly tough American League Central Division, but Cap'n Quinn and Daddy are hopeful that Joe Mauer, Justin Morneau and Michael Cuddyer can make it to the World Series.

After all, what a great 11.5 month birthday present than to send our mighty hero a world championship?

There are still a few questions coming into the season: 1) Will any of the veteran free-agent pitchers prove to be smart signings? 2) How soon will the Twins need to call prospects Matt Garza and Alexi Casilla from AAA Rochester? 3) Can Quinn get any cuter?

I can answer #3 with a definitive, "Yes."

Mommy took the wee smiling one to a local Sears for another round of snapshots this week. Naturally, the results were astounding. He's a little showman already.

We'll leave you with a sampling which we'll call, "The cutest baby on the planet." :

"Show me that smile again ..."

It's terribly unfortunate that every time the phrase "growing pains" pops into my head, so does Alan Thicke and that horrible television theme song.

"As long as we've got each other..."

Ugh.

So, unfortunately, I'm here thinking about growing pains yet again. Minus the Kirk Cameron.

Our wee Cap'n Quinn enjoys kicking when we try putting him to sleep, as if he had been tied inside a potato sack and thrown into the East Rivuh for double crossin' Mistah Capone.

We have no logical answer to this, other than to chalk it up to growing pains, whatever they may be. It makes perfect sense, I suppose, that he would continue growing at a rapid pace -- off the charts, remember -- and that doing so would bring with it some element of pain.

Yet it still baffles us that he sees fit to try out for the swim team at the precise moments when peace and tranquility are on the menu. This, much like anything else, is at its most annoying at, say, 2 a.m., when Daddy's too tired to put up much of a fight. This leads to Quinn camping out on Daddy's chest until the thunderkicks return.

Hopefully he'll work his way through this phase in short order.

Otherwise, we might have to put in a call to Mike Seaver.

"We've got each other ... sharing the laughter in love."

Today's picture is called, "I hate Growing Pains, too.":

Little porkchop eats applesauce

The great entertainer

Grandma and Grandpa Siemers still enjoy telling the tale of Daddy the entertainer, holding court in the family living room as he portrayed "Stone Erik," a man frozen, for no apparent reason, in the pose of an Egyptian.

Yes, Daddy enjoyed putting on a show. It looks like the good Cap'n Quinn isn't far behind his old man.

This morning we sat at a restaurant with Uncle Marty. Our little hero mostly slept. But when he awoke, he let his presence be known with a chorus of glass-crackling squeaks. If the sound had come from anywhere other than a baby, the series of grandmas and grandpas that sat around us probably wouldn't have found it so adorable. But they did, cooing their own approval -- a reaction just short of our little man's first standing ovation.

Today, Quinn got his first high chair. This, of course, comes because Quinn is already eating cereal off a spoon. It's as if -- as The Who once said -- he was born with a plastic spoon in his mouth. It's the Good Doctor that gave Mommy and Daddy the go-ahead to proceed with foods that aren't -- at least entirely -- liquefied.

It was also the Good Doctor who informed us that Quinn is, and I'll quote, "off the charts" for his height at this age.

That's right. "Off the charts." They don't just make those charts for no reason. That means most kids are on the charts, which is admirable, I'm sure. We're not on the charts. We're "off the charts," as in above it, better than the rest, growing like a weed, getting ready to sign that NBA contract.

Ok, so my reaction might also be considered "off the charts." Clearly, though, we're not the only ones rooting for the good Cap'n.

There was a whole restaurant of grandmas who might buy his record.

And that, most definitely, is "off the charts."

Today's pictures I call, "My doggy loves me" and "Full steam ahead." :