Our friends and family have been so generous showering lil' Quentin with tons of clothes and toys. Here is a pic with some Boston gear he received from our beloved Jim at work who lives and works in the northeast. Quentin looks pretty happy to be wearing it. I did remind Jim that the three of us were at pivotal game 7 in the ALCS when the Rays knocked off the Red Sox to gain their first ever birth to the World Series. Of course the Quinster was cheering from the womb. Bawston is still a great town. If you haven't been there make it out there. It's a lot smaller then people think. (You can walk the whole town). There is tons of history and they do love their sports out there. With the accents it's like going to another country. Have some lahhbstah while you're there. We once had an extravanganza there. Planes and trains were missed. There was even a shopping cart incident but that's another story. (It's a good one too)!
Quentin has been preparing for his first ever air travel (outside the womb) by crying like mad for the past several days. I am theorizing that he is teething. If you look in there you can see some nice little teeth seedlings. We were at the doctor like a week ago and he said it's uncommon but teeth come as early as two months and can come as late as 12 months. He's constantly gnawing or attempting to gnaw on anything he can get near his mouth. He's also drooling more then usual and is getting near bib stage. He doesn't really have hand coordination yet so he can't hang on to something and hold it in his mouth for chewing. He supplements this lack of development with screaming. Nice trade off. I'm frantically searching the child rearing manual to find the section on when they get this coordination so we can just buy some chew toys instead of wishing for a mute button. The good news is he should have already hit his screaming quota for the week giving the people on the plane a reprieve. At least we hope so. If not? Well, let me tell you how many flights I have been on with a screaming child. Pay back is a....That's right I'm not making any apologies. It is a direct flight so that's only 3 hours and change of screaming. We could be going to Spain so count your blessings fellow air travelers. A lot of people have said give him a shot of benadryl. Well, it's a little early for that and besides he prefers whiskey.
I think I will have some good stories upon my return. I am going ice fishing (wink, wink) while the ladies smother Quentin. He's a lady killer so hopefully there will be some survivors when I get back. I here the high is supposed to hit 50. You have got to be kidding me!??! Tonight we are potentially going to hit the teens. Ridiculous. Our flora is dying! Apparently we are traveling to the north pole where global warming is still doing its job. At any rate I'll take it. Everyone wish us some safe travel and be prepared for long winded stories in the near future. I will try to inject some humor. I heard there was a drink exiting a nostril after reading about the cabinet story. Now, that is funny. By the way in case there are some cynics out there who doubt my carpentry skills I'll have you know that the cabinet is still firmly attached to the wall. And yes it is full of dishes. A second career perhaps? We'll see you Iowans soon.
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