Bachin' it.

Back when Daddy was a little fella, and Grandma Siemers would go off to work, Grandpa Siemers would say we were "bachin' it." As in, a coupla guys in temporary bachelorhood. You know, "bachin' it."

Well, I'm bachin' it. With Dexie the Wonderdog at my side.

The wee Cap'n Quinn and Mommy have flown the friendly skies back to Pittsburgh to spend a week with Grandma and Grandpa Smith. Already our little hero has shown his almighty fussiness to much of Mommy's family, many of which offered their own theories on why he's so adept at showing his almighty fussiness.

Nonetheless, it will be a good trip for Mommy and Quinn. Daddy, however, who was, admittedly, looking forward to a few days on his own, misses Mommy and the wee captain already. Sure, Dexie is good company. Great company, actually. She never leaves Daddy's side. But the house seems too empty without a fussy baby within crying distance.

I should have recorded him before he left.

We found out this week that little man has surpassed the 10 pound mark in weight. And, as you can see from the picture above, he's becoming a little man o' the world. In this photo, Quinn shows his leisurely side as he lounges in his hot tub. ("Excuse me sir, but where is that mojito I ordered?") It's what Daddy calls the 7 o'clock bath. You remember the 7 o'clock bath, right?

You should try it. It's way more fun than "bachin' it" with your dog.

Today's picture (which is actually a week or so old) I call, "Green makes me sleepy":