I know I said I was going to update today's blog with some video. I did figure out how to work the video camera in theory, which means I read the manual but have not experimented with it yet. I will do so tomorrow to make sure we are ready for Christmas. Instead I will provide a story of Quentin's evening yesterday. Outside of the fact that he refused to go to bed and forced us to watch yet another Packer debacle he had a very entertaining moment last night. (Seriously could an NFL team play worse? My money is on winless Detroit next week. What a train wreck)! But I digress, when the little milk monster is hungry he's not really interested in who is holding him. If you have exposed skin he's making a move on it with hopes of delicious food coming out of whatever orifice he decides to attach to. At first we thought this was kind of funny and cute at the same time. I mean you would be holding him attempting to burp him with Quentin overlooking your shoulder and he would not be burping but instead trying to give you a hickey. Now it's been a while since I've flaunted a hickey but I'm pretty sure they aren't that cool and certainly the mini ones I would be sporting would bring some interesting looks at the office. He's not only working your neck and shoulders but whatever else he can attach to. Normally at this time you hand him off to your wife and the much anticipated feeding begins.
Well, last night Quentin wanted to pull an all nighter much to the agony of mom and dad who were very much looking for some much needed shut eye but so it goes with parenthood and the sacrifice is made. I'm told "get used to it." I lost an intense game of paper, scissors, rock and decided to stay up with him post 1am so one of us could get some sleep. As I was adjusting him in my depressed Packer sleepless state he latched on (that's a clinical term) to my NOSE! I mean full ingestion with hard rhythmic sucking on the tip of my nose. I have been overhearing some folks say that my nose is above average, but at no time has anyone said your nose looks like a nipple. So I was very very surprised this kid was going for dinner on my nose. Maybe he gets poked in the eye or something but he shouldn't be mistaking it for a nipple right? To be honest Carrie and I did joke throughout the pregnancy that if the kid had trouble coming out there was no doubt he would have a sizable nose and it would be beneficial to just grab the nose and pull him through the birth canal. The doctor got a kick out of that. Don't worry Doc I'm here all day to offer any medical advice you need. So needless to say I was dyyyyyying laughing and had to call Carrie to come out and see our genius boy going for dinner or a late night snack in this case of all places on my schnoz. So even at 1am totally exhausted, impatient as can be this kid comes through in the clutch with insanity laced comedy keeping me going for another hour or so. And if he was that desperate for a little milk I think the paper, scissor, rock game was rigged and the wife had to take over from there. Junior was obviously starving and needed a real meal. We'll have to get some flash cards for him so he can learn the difference between a nipple and my nose, which hopefully have little resemblance.
Carrie's family arrived today so I am sure we will have some good stories to tell throughout this week. Be on the lookout for more blow outs on less experienced family members and interesting new uncle stories as Brett and Andrew made their Quentin debuts this afternoon. Quentin was crabby last night and most of today so he's been a challenge. We'll see how they do when they get all day with him tomorrow. I've heard a lot of big talk about how "I'll change a dirty diaper." Uh-huh. Wait until the explosion occurs and you get a whiff of that tough guy. We'll see.
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