I have a ton to write about so I think I am going to break it up over several posts this weekend so I don't end up writing a novel. We just returned from Quentin's doctor's appointment and it was a successful trip. He weighed in at a whopping 13.5 pounds and measured 24.5 inches. That means within two months he has gained 70% of his born weight. He has grown 3.25 inches or 15% in height since he was born. Both measurements put him in the 95th percentile. I hear the NFL calling and I just clicked over to my call waiting and it was the NBA. Crazy how early they recruit these days. They don't enforce the rules in the NBA so I think it's less appealing. Maybe he'll play both so mom AND dad can retire early. They also measured the size of his melon which was normal size and came in at the 75th percentile. We don't want him walking around with too big of a head. While he was there he also received four immunizations, which were given through the medium of three shots and one oral. The oral one was first and supposed to taste like grapes. Interesting considering the only thing he's ever tasted in his life is milk. They could make it taste like gasoline and he wouldn't know the difference so I wonder who decided grape was the flavor of choice. He didn't like it. He choked on some of it and made a bitter face trying to get down the rest. You would imagine the three shots would be the event of the day but you should've seen this nurse in action. We're talking gunslinging action of the MD world. Quickest needle east of the Mississippi. Within three, and I'm not exaggerating, three seconds she had administered all three shots. Carrie of course, couldn't watch and was holding Quentin's arms down so he didn't pimp slap the nurse so I was intently monitoring the action. I some how missed one. She went so fast that I didn't even see her drop the first needle. I'm not sure if this is for the child's benefit or the parent's but wowsers she was fast. He took it well and cried for a few moments but by the time we got him dressed and in his car seat he was sleeping. Apparently he's all man and took it like a champ.
The doctor did say that he leans his head to one side too much and thought he had strained neck muscles from being cramped in the womb. He suggested physical therapy unless we can get it corrected at home doing some exercises. We don't want him walking around like the hunchback of Notre Dame so we've elected to do the exercises. I've never noticed it and the doctor didn't think it was a big deal. He said he would put the severity of it at a 3 on a ten scale. We'll revisit when Quentin goes back for his four month visit. They grow up so fast... The next big moment will be dropping him off at daycare. I've already stashed tissues (and a fifth of whiskey) in the glove compartment to get ready for the occasion. I figure Carrie will need a least a shot to let go of him and the kleenex, well obviously for the tears. A few more shots on the way home and she'll be nice and numb to start the work day after a three month hiatus and probably a lot happier.
This weekend we are remodeling the kitchen. Ya, it was a surprise for me too. I came home from my trip Thursday night to find the kitchen cabinet on the counter. The cabinets are supposed to be hanging on the wall above the counter. Needless to say it made for an interesting conversation. I thought the wife was taking her Martha Stewart routine up a notch. Maybe too much DIY network being home all day. I found out it collapsed some time Wednesday evening scaring the H out of the dog, the Quinster and the wife. I was thinking lucky it didn't happen at 3am. You would think it's a burglar or something. Some act of God meant that this cabinet, which contains every glass, dish and bowl we own including the infamous etched crystal wine glasses from our wedding with the names Karyn and Andy etched on them did not break. Not a single item was even chipped. Not only that but we had 15 bottles of wine stored in a wine rack on top of the cabinet. They say hind sight is 20/20 and I think it's safe to say the wine rack or rather the wine itself was probably the problem. We have yet to add the wine cellar to the east wing of our humble mansion but needless to say it's in the architecture plans for house number two. That house will be getting built in the year 2046 when housing prices go back to normal and we can cut even on house number one. The screw holding it up was sheared right off leaving it in the stud. So we now have an empty wall and quite a few dishes in various places around the house such as the stove or dining room table or breakfast bar. Not exactly what one hopes to walk in to upon arriving from the frigid temps of Iowa after a trip. It could be worse people keep telling me. Uh-huh. Such as? Let me pose a question. How many of you have ever heard of a kitchen cabinet "falling" off a wall? That's what I thought. "It was a one in a million shot doc..." At any rate what I wanted to do most this weekend was go cabinet shopping. After all the Super Bowl isn't that important. Who said that??!?! Attached is a picture of Quentin when he found out how much new cabinets cost. I concur.
The doctor did say that he leans his head to one side too much and thought he had strained neck muscles from being cramped in the womb. He suggested physical therapy unless we can get it corrected at home doing some exercises. We don't want him walking around like the hunchback of Notre Dame so we've elected to do the exercises. I've never noticed it and the doctor didn't think it was a big deal. He said he would put the severity of it at a 3 on a ten scale. We'll revisit when Quentin goes back for his four month visit. They grow up so fast... The next big moment will be dropping him off at daycare. I've already stashed tissues (and a fifth of whiskey) in the glove compartment to get ready for the occasion. I figure Carrie will need a least a shot to let go of him and the kleenex, well obviously for the tears. A few more shots on the way home and she'll be nice and numb to start the work day after a three month hiatus and probably a lot happier.
This weekend we are remodeling the kitchen. Ya, it was a surprise for me too. I came home from my trip Thursday night to find the kitchen cabinet on the counter. The cabinets are supposed to be hanging on the wall above the counter. Needless to say it made for an interesting conversation. I thought the wife was taking her Martha Stewart routine up a notch. Maybe too much DIY network being home all day. I found out it collapsed some time Wednesday evening scaring the H out of the dog, the Quinster and the wife. I was thinking lucky it didn't happen at 3am. You would think it's a burglar or something. Some act of God meant that this cabinet, which contains every glass, dish and bowl we own including the infamous etched crystal wine glasses from our wedding with the names Karyn and Andy etched on them did not break. Not a single item was even chipped. Not only that but we had 15 bottles of wine stored in a wine rack on top of the cabinet. They say hind sight is 20/20 and I think it's safe to say the wine rack or rather the wine itself was probably the problem. We have yet to add the wine cellar to the east wing of our humble mansion but needless to say it's in the architecture plans for house number two. That house will be getting built in the year 2046 when housing prices go back to normal and we can cut even on house number one. The screw holding it up was sheared right off leaving it in the stud. So we now have an empty wall and quite a few dishes in various places around the house such as the stove or dining room table or breakfast bar. Not exactly what one hopes to walk in to upon arriving from the frigid temps of Iowa after a trip. It could be worse people keep telling me. Uh-huh. Such as? Let me pose a question. How many of you have ever heard of a kitchen cabinet "falling" off a wall? That's what I thought. "It was a one in a million shot doc..." At any rate what I wanted to do most this weekend was go cabinet shopping. After all the Super Bowl isn't that important. Who said that??!?! Attached is a picture of Quentin when he found out how much new cabinets cost. I concur.
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