Carrie had some friends in town from Cedar Rapids, IA this weekend. They arrived on Friday and left early this morning to head back to the arctic circle. It was nice to have some extra pairs of hands around the house. Carrie got some much needed girl time away from the house, which allowed our older son, Lucky and myself to have some much needed man time. Did I mention it was championship weekend in the NFL? With the ladies visiting Quentin made his first trip to the beach. It wasn't very warm and it was extremely windy so we don't have pictures of Quentin palling around the beach building sandcastles. Fortunately we will have many more opportunities to get him to the beach shortly when winter ends.
This weekend we also received some pictures from the photo shoot that Quentin was a part of. The photographer, Jason Angelini, posted some of the shots on his blog. He put some comments out there as well and I believe it is written from his children's perspective so when he says mom and dad he is referring to himself and his wife. **Update** (I figured out a way to link directly to the pics. You should be able to click the link below and get taken to the appropriate spot). You have to scroll down a ways to see the pictures of us. Quentin is about a third of the way down the page. He is the chubby baby after the near bald baby and then a couple of dogs. I almost didn't recognize him when I went through them because he's so big already. Here is the link if you want to check it out: http://www.jasonangeliniphotography.com/blog/?tag=6-week-portrait-session The first picture is definitely a, "it's Mikey, he'll eat anything pose." Too funny! The last pic is a great shot of our son's schnoz. In case anyone missed those features on mom and dad Quentin is showing his off. He was in the buff for a great deal of the shots and we are happy and astounded to report that minimal bodily fluids were ejected during the shoot. It was nearly two hours long, so this was quite the feat. Carrie and I were both surprised to see how many of the shots turned out. As we contemplate how to purchase the photos we may just buy the rights to them so we can pass them out to friends and family (and the blog). We have a couple of weeks to make our decision.
Here is my quick story of the day from this past weekend. Carrie and I needed to run a few errands before picking up the girls at the airport, mainly buy myself a winter coat for my soon to be travels up north so we had Quentin with us. We arrived home after being gone for a few hours and the girls were very excited to hold Quentin after riding in the back seat with him home. One friend, who shall remain anonymous, was the lucky one who was holding him when she said, "Uh-oh, I think he's going." Yup, nothing new here, nothing to see. We've all had that happen to us before. Then she starts getting a little more serious, "Um, he's really going here. I think he's leaking." She then commits the cardinal sin - maneuvering for a better look. After being a parent for a few weeks you start to learn the limitations and engineering of a disposable diaper. For example if your child is standing on his head that diaper won't hold nearly as much or really anything in comparison to say if he's standing on his feet. A diaper is not air tight like a ziploc baggy for example. Well, he's wearing his new outfit from Grandma S. and because it was cold out that day has two, count em' two onsies on. He also has a pair of corduroy overalls on. Well, the flood gates opened. I mean the dam broke. The one who shall remain nameless picks him up to see what's really happening and it starts running down his leg, rather racing down his leg. It was like a bizzaro world beer bong gone very very wrong. So, this stream of um, we'll call it excrement was hustling down his leg, which is causing panic with our guest, extreme laughter from Carrie who is really good about being there to laugh loudly but poor about providing solutions and some how is never the one getting excremented on. And while this is pouring on to our guests' jeans Carrie is just chuckling away - dare I say reaching for the camera instead of a towel. That would be the only pair of jeans she brought to Florida during this weekend of unseasonably cold. It didn't stop there it kept going to the couch. When it was all said and done numerous towels, a pair of jeans, both onesie's, the pants and a misplaced T-shirt were all Quentinized. It made for a great introduction to our home. They were good sports about it and took it in stride. They cheated - they're also parents.
Here is a pic of the best friend boys, Quentin and Lucky along with the a shot of the "outfit."
This weekend we also received some pictures from the photo shoot that Quentin was a part of. The photographer, Jason Angelini, posted some of the shots on his blog. He put some comments out there as well and I believe it is written from his children's perspective so when he says mom and dad he is referring to himself and his wife. **Update** (I figured out a way to link directly to the pics. You should be able to click the link below and get taken to the appropriate spot). You have to scroll down a ways to see the pictures of us. Quentin is about a third of the way down the page. He is the chubby baby after the near bald baby and then a couple of dogs. I almost didn't recognize him when I went through them because he's so big already. Here is the link if you want to check it out: http://www.jasonangeliniphotography.com/blog/?tag=6-week-portrait-session The first picture is definitely a, "it's Mikey, he'll eat anything pose." Too funny! The last pic is a great shot of our son's schnoz. In case anyone missed those features on mom and dad Quentin is showing his off. He was in the buff for a great deal of the shots and we are happy and astounded to report that minimal bodily fluids were ejected during the shoot. It was nearly two hours long, so this was quite the feat. Carrie and I were both surprised to see how many of the shots turned out. As we contemplate how to purchase the photos we may just buy the rights to them so we can pass them out to friends and family (and the blog). We have a couple of weeks to make our decision.
Here is my quick story of the day from this past weekend. Carrie and I needed to run a few errands before picking up the girls at the airport, mainly buy myself a winter coat for my soon to be travels up north so we had Quentin with us. We arrived home after being gone for a few hours and the girls were very excited to hold Quentin after riding in the back seat with him home. One friend, who shall remain anonymous, was the lucky one who was holding him when she said, "Uh-oh, I think he's going." Yup, nothing new here, nothing to see. We've all had that happen to us before. Then she starts getting a little more serious, "Um, he's really going here. I think he's leaking." She then commits the cardinal sin - maneuvering for a better look. After being a parent for a few weeks you start to learn the limitations and engineering of a disposable diaper. For example if your child is standing on his head that diaper won't hold nearly as much or really anything in comparison to say if he's standing on his feet. A diaper is not air tight like a ziploc baggy for example. Well, he's wearing his new outfit from Grandma S. and because it was cold out that day has two, count em' two onsies on. He also has a pair of corduroy overalls on. Well, the flood gates opened. I mean the dam broke. The one who shall remain nameless picks him up to see what's really happening and it starts running down his leg, rather racing down his leg. It was like a bizzaro world beer bong gone very very wrong. So, this stream of um, we'll call it excrement was hustling down his leg, which is causing panic with our guest, extreme laughter from Carrie who is really good about being there to laugh loudly but poor about providing solutions and some how is never the one getting excremented on. And while this is pouring on to our guests' jeans Carrie is just chuckling away - dare I say reaching for the camera instead of a towel. That would be the only pair of jeans she brought to Florida during this weekend of unseasonably cold. It didn't stop there it kept going to the couch. When it was all said and done numerous towels, a pair of jeans, both onesie's, the pants and a misplaced T-shirt were all Quentinized. It made for a great introduction to our home. They were good sports about it and took it in stride. They cheated - they're also parents.
Here is a pic of the best friend boys, Quentin and Lucky along with the a shot of the "outfit."
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