A Hard Day

Today was a really hard day. But as hard as it was, I want to dedicate a post to Baker and thank him for being a great dog to Quinn. Quinn's second word was "dog." He tells everyone everywhere that he has dogs at home. And he does the baby sign for "dog." Before taking a nap everyday, Quinn tells the dogs nite-nite. And every morning he greets them with a, "Hey dog!" I know Q won't have his own memories of Baker, but I have plenty and will share them abundantly!

Going to Work

Quinn at 18 Months

We had a photo session a few weeks ago with Tiffany at Mulberry Dreams Photography. And what a great time we had. Talk about a photographer with patience! Instead of posing, Quinn wanted to explore her house-both inside and out. It was too cold to go outside, but that didn't stop Quinn from trying out the backdoor several times. Tiffany just let Q do whatever he wanted and she snapped away. An 18-month-old is a little too "on the move" to sit for traditional photos! We're doing another session with Tiffany this Spring outside!

Has Anyone Seen Quinn?

Happy Mardi Gras!

Helper

First Kiss

I think tonight was the best night of my entire life! Ben and Quinn were settling in to read in Quinn's room before bed. I went over to the rocker to say goodnight and kiss Q on the head (just like every night). Except this time....he took my face in his hands, puckered his lips, said, "Mmmmm," and kissed me on the lips! It was so sincere and sweet! And once he saw that I was excited, he wanted to do it again!

P.S. He also fed himself spaghetti tonight!

Boots, How Do I Love Thee

Let me count the ways...

I love them in a chair,


I love them checking email.


I love them going to work,

I love them while reading a book.

I love them when I dance,


And when on one foot I prance.

Boot Shopping

We took Quinn shopping for his first pair of cowboy boots today. I'll just call it an "adventure." See, the kid has "Fred Flintstone" feet- extra wide and extra thick. Since we have to special order his tennis shoes (7.5 extra wide), I knew we were in for some fun trying to find a boot to fit him. Now, we were in CAVENDER'S...in TEXAS- aka Western-wear and boot heaven. It's the kind of place that even if you don't do the whole "Western thing," you walk out of there with a sparkly snap shirt and some ostrich-skin kickers! After an hour of shopping, we couldn't find ONE pair that Quinn's toes would even go all the way in! We even called in the store's "old timer" boot man to help search. "Let's try this one, Cowboy," he would say to Quinn. We had just about given up when......

Daddy found a pair of infant John Deere boots. Size 7...the only one in the entire store! And they fit like a glove! Mr. "Old-Timer" said that once Quinn gets up to a size 8, we should be able to move into more of a pointed cowboy boot. That's if the feet become more proportionate. So Quinn, grow them feet longer and not thicker!

Valentine's Swag

Goodies from the grandparents!

Goodies from the school party!

Quinn made out like a bandit on Valentine's swag! Mawmaw and Grandad sent "Bernard" the Love Lion while Mimi and Grandpa sent a touch and feel book (Quinn's fave) and plenty of candy for Mommy and Daddy!

Quinn is 1 1/2 today!

I was going by the birthday ticker. But it's said the same thing for several days now. Anyway, he really turns 18 months on February 28!

Not Again!

Quinn and I made the haul to see Dr. Suell today. Survey says: Double ear infection! Second time in two months. Little man is all out of sorts. I told my friend, Allyson, that I thought the "terrible twos" were starting, but it turns out Quinn's irritability is due to an ear infection...in BOTH ears. Bad mommy!

I voiced my concerns to the doc about Quinn's loss of appetite. Then I asked him at what point do I need to be concerned- since I've already started worrying about malnourishment, bone density loss, teeth falling out, etc. (wink, wink). Dr. Suell giggled (yes, giggled) and said, "He has plenty of reserves. I wouldn't worry about it." Have you seen how scrawny this kid is now? I mean, he only weighs 27 pounds 12 ounces. My sweet roly-poly, squishy baby is now all arms/legs and bird chest.