So much to catch up on...

I need to update everyone on what's going on. I have been out enjoying the beautiful 4 degree temperatures of the great state of Iowa and just returned. I can't believe it's the middle of March and still so frigidly cold. When you can count the temp on one hand you realize how nice it is that we live in Florida. Upon getting off the plane and watching the mercury rise nearly 80 degrees it's like having new life breathed into you. I am wearing travel clothes/warm clothes so I get home and change into shorts and a t-shirt. It's mid-afternoon so I decided I would run to daycare and pick up the Qster a little early to see him. I get him and he's pretty happy. I take him home and Carrie is still working so we get to spend some quality time together, which he uses to poop on me. What a cutie! So, I have this shirt on for a whole hour and already I'm on number three if you count changing upon getting off the plane. Carrie finishes up with work and the dog is dying and I mean dying for some attention so I take him outside to throw the football around. He too is hoping for an NFL career. I sit down on our patio and feel something hit me on the neck. What was that? I got pooped on by a bird. Can you believe that? I've been home for three hours and I've changed one outfit and had two more pooped on. I'm a friggin magnet for poop. I'm giving up at this point and not even putting another shirt on. I go inside, get rid of the bird poop shirt and pick up Quentin who proceeds to give me a purple nurple. He's got the kung fu grip on my nipple looking for who knows what and he's twisting baby. It hurts and because his hands are so small it's impossible to pry your giant hand inside his to get him to let go, so I'm running around the kitchen trying to get him to let go. Carrie walks into the kitchen asking what's going on? She's got her husband shirtless (looking all buff) and her son hazing him. What's going on in here? What's going on indeed. Welcome home dad.

Quentin has discovered his lungs and let me tell you he knows how to use them. Yesterday, he straight "talked" at full volume for well over an hour. It's cute for a while but can also cause a headache. It's screaming. You can't believe how loud it is. S-C-R-E-A-M-I-N-G at full volume. He's been waking up doing it too, so we truly do have an alarm clock. Picture yours with no snooze button. We are really working on dada and the occasional mama. Yesterday in preperation for his Uncle's arrival we worked on Spuke for a while. Spuuuuuke. It's a lot like moo so I think we may have a shot at that one.

Daycare has been going a little better. They still don't speak English and I am thinking about teaching them English an exchange for free daycare. We did go an entire week getting his correct bottles returned so we are making some progress. Carrie bought some fancy labels and everything has our Quentin crest (a fish) and his name complete with German heritage 11 letter last name. I can't imagine any kid in there that can compete with that. One of the other infants in there was diagnosed with RSV (Respiratory Syncytial Virus). I guess it's highly contagious and pretty common. Once a kid gets it the virus spreads like wild fire. These kids don't cover their mouth when they cough and sneeze. Super strength Quentin's immune system prevailed though, and he made it through the week without contracting the virus. I think this also bodes well for the daycare folks being good at deep cleaning the facility.

Quentin and I got all ready for the Big Ten Tourney yesterday. Mom took off and got a pedicure. It was a win-win for everyone. Here he is in his gear. We lost the game, but we're not very good. We will get another chance to win one most likely when we get picked for the NCAA tourney starting next week. Here is one with him sticking his tongue out at the beach. He's got some sunscreen on his face. I also have him riding Lucky one day with a little help. We need a saddle!