This is what we hear all day long. Ball, ball, ball, ball. Quentin is really becoming a pitcher. There are 8 million balls floating around the house now so he can bounce them, play catch and most important throw them (with both hands to hedge our bets). We had a prior tennis career so there are tons of tennis balls in this house. We've added a galactic ball we picked up at some trendy toy store for blue blooded grandmothers, and a football and basketball he was gifted from family so he's really got the sports covered. I looked into golf clubs but they tell me it's too early. Apparently you have to learn how to walk before you hit the links. I thought, that's why they invented golf carts. Tiger started at 2 after all and is younger than me with how much money? Exactly. We aren't practicing enough!
He is also now standing solo. You hold on to his waist for balance so he doesn't smoke that genius melon he's carrying on his shoulders and what does he do in return? He keeps brushing your hands off so he can be "independent." Hmmm, must get that from Carrie. So he gets your hands off him and then raises both hands to the ceiling in a Rocky-esque pose to clear up any confusion that he is champion of the world. He then looks up at the ceiling, no doubt reveling in the fact he's so cool that he loses his balance and you, being the number one parent of the year, are there to catch the newly minted independent Q that two seconds ago was too cool to need help. The thankless job of parenting. He's already a teenager before turning a year old!
He is also terrorizing the dog with his "walker" which is a fancy name for wheels with plastic handle attached that allows him to lean a bit and cruise around the house walking. He loves it (mostly because he feels so cool doing it). He makes the vroom noise while doing it - so awesome! The dog is trying to get out of the way and play at the same time. This translates into him getting slammed into or over repeatedly. Honestly how fast can a 100 pound dog maneuver in a house with a clumsy 11 month old Q-roadster vroom, vrooming all over the place with furniture everywhere? Not to mention the floor, a virtual mine field of Q's toys and the dog's. Did we mention there were balls everywhere in case you want to fall on your duff cartoon style? It's a pretty entertaining scene. So much so we made the observation yesterday that the TV doesn't even come on any more. Well, that may be a little bit of a stretch. Let's face it football is still a priority around here. LinebaQer needs the education. He hasn't quite grasped everything surrounding the game yet but he is clearly picking up the basics. He will dominate the pee-wee league. He's only a few short years away from becoming MVP.
Tonight is the big pumpkin carving spectacular. Think Charley Brown's Great Pumpkin but with a Qster theme. The carving begins this afternoon. We should have some great pictures or not so great depending on how things turn out by tomorrow. Stay tuned.
He is also now standing solo. You hold on to his waist for balance so he doesn't smoke that genius melon he's carrying on his shoulders and what does he do in return? He keeps brushing your hands off so he can be "independent." Hmmm, must get that from Carrie. So he gets your hands off him and then raises both hands to the ceiling in a Rocky-esque pose to clear up any confusion that he is champion of the world. He then looks up at the ceiling, no doubt reveling in the fact he's so cool that he loses his balance and you, being the number one parent of the year, are there to catch the newly minted independent Q that two seconds ago was too cool to need help. The thankless job of parenting. He's already a teenager before turning a year old!
He is also terrorizing the dog with his "walker" which is a fancy name for wheels with plastic handle attached that allows him to lean a bit and cruise around the house walking. He loves it (mostly because he feels so cool doing it). He makes the vroom noise while doing it - so awesome! The dog is trying to get out of the way and play at the same time. This translates into him getting slammed into or over repeatedly. Honestly how fast can a 100 pound dog maneuver in a house with a clumsy 11 month old Q-roadster vroom, vrooming all over the place with furniture everywhere? Not to mention the floor, a virtual mine field of Q's toys and the dog's. Did we mention there were balls everywhere in case you want to fall on your duff cartoon style? It's a pretty entertaining scene. So much so we made the observation yesterday that the TV doesn't even come on any more. Well, that may be a little bit of a stretch. Let's face it football is still a priority around here. LinebaQer needs the education. He hasn't quite grasped everything surrounding the game yet but he is clearly picking up the basics. He will dominate the pee-wee league. He's only a few short years away from becoming MVP.
Tonight is the big pumpkin carving spectacular. Think Charley Brown's Great Pumpkin but with a Qster theme. The carving begins this afternoon. We should have some great pictures or not so great depending on how things turn out by tomorrow. Stay tuned.
Here is a picture we took of Q busting out his "warm" clothes. Look at me and my long sleeves. They are spectacular!
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