Hanging Out

I think we have all gotten into a bit of a routine now. As you can see by the picture of Quentin kicking his feet up and doing some loungin' he's figured out while on vacation you need to just kick back and do some relaxing. He looks quite content don't you think? His feet are so large you can't stop taking pictures of them. He's going to get older and ask us why we took 400 shots of his feet. I guess I just can't help myself. He's always doing his frog leg kick so it's impossible to keep them covered in a blanket no matter how tight you burrito wrap him. In the land of digital media it's so convenient to take numerous shots and delete later that we could start an art gallery with a fetish for feet. I myself think feet are gross but even big foot here has avoided the stinky feet syndrome so it's pretty cute. I hope his feet don't get that snagglefoot thing Brett has going on. That's one piece of heredity he doesn't need.

We also want to make sure he grows up with the all important education of the greatest philosopher this world has known. You know who I'm talking about - Jimmy Buffett. That's right, Quentin needs to know about all the songs and the right ways to react at the concerts he'll soon be attending so I have also put out here a picture of Quentin practicing "Fins." The caption reads, "Fins to the left!" I'm sure you all know about the parrotheads of the world so we don't need to get into it but we will be accepting all baby hawaiian shirts that we can get our hands on. This is Florida after all. If we can find a mini-grass skirt Quentin will be happy to sport that as well. He has a ways to go before we get him singing Margaritaville but no worries he'll have the words memorized before he's two. What more could you want to teach your son then beaches, babes and the occasional beer? We need to get him down to Key West!

I was really hoping to upload some video of Quentin swaying along to all of Buffett's favorite tunes but the video camera we bought is complicated! I mean who knew? I guess techologically keeps getting more advanced and I'm getting older. Is it too early to have Quentin teach me how to run the video camera? Don't you remember having to constantly teach your parents how to program the VCR? The manual for this thing is hundreds of pages. I think I could probably win an oscar if I could figure out how to use it. Now don't get me wrong I can record video and even play it back; just on the camera itself. Downloading it to my computer and then uploading it to the blog is going to be the challenge but I am bound and determined to have it figured out before tomorrow so I will post some sort of video no later then tomorrow. Whether you can actually watch it from a far is another story. Tune in tomorrow if you want to try.

Last quick story. We've discovered another Quentin talent - the sneaky pee. I am changing Quentin and think I'm doing great. I bring him back out to the living room and hand him to Carrie. She grabs him and says he's all wet. What? I just changed him. She says, "He's all wet. Sniff, sniff. It's pee!" Uh, huh. Me, "Well, why is my shirt all wet? Sniff, sniff. It's pee!" Yup, to this day I'm not sure how he did it but Quentin managed to wet his diaper, which I changed and still peed all over himself and me somewhere in that transition. It's kind of funny. You think it's pretty respectable to be changing his outfits 2-3 times a day due his making his own messes. The kid is three weeks old after all, what do you want, right? Well, no one tells you that you're going to be changing your clothes 2-3 times a day too. We're practically inventing a new cologne - pee for men by BaBy (long hard A). It will hit shelves in time for Christmas for that man that isn't quite ready for kids yet, to give him a taste.