Quentin has always been such a happy baby during the day and now... we think we may have turned a corner in the sleep department (finally!!) as he has strung several nights in a row of getting up once or less (as in none!!). We waited before telling anyone as at this point we don't want to jinx ourselves. At this moment I am typing and knocking on wood at the same time. He literally turned 10 months old on the day and slept through the night four nights in a row. Since then he's been averaging one wake up usually late morning, 3:30-4:00 am but goes right back to sleep. I can tell you we've been taking such advantage of the long night's rest that we've barely noticed we aren't getting up. It's unbelievable getting a full night's sleep that even after a week or so of getting the shut eye you already can't believe you ever survived not having any. We are thrilled. We didn't do anything different. He simply got older. It's the strangest thing I've ever witnessed and we had given up hope altogether so this is quite a happy and celebrated occasion at our house.
Lately, the Qster has dropped the up, up, up and exchanged it for "duh, duh, duh." I'm not sure what it is but he is saying it at all times non stop and saying nothing else. It almost sounds like a Homer Simpson, "D'oh!" or a soft "Dude," which is forever stuck in my vernacular from growing up in the 80s and certainly possible he could've picked it up. My employees give me grief about the constant "dudes" in meetings as in, "Dude?! Seriously? We can't do better than that?" We'll see if it turns into a bigger word at some point.
He has gotten much better about getting up and down from a standing position and has figured out how to squat to pick something up without going all the way down so he can bounce back up to a standing position. His favorite thing to do is drop everything on the floor and I mean everything. He'll move around the living room crawling to a location and then stand up, grab everything off the couch, coffee table, end tables and throw it on the floor. Our floor is a real life mine field. With it being Florida we are bare foot at all times and stepping on some pointy object is a serious hazard nearly every time you move around. Our bedroom full of stuff on the floor. Our bathroom full of toys on the floor. It's a constant race to pick things up so we can just dump them back on the floor again. He'll take his pacifier out, throw it on the floor (also in the car) and then cry that he doesn't have it any more. You'll pick it up and he'll throw it on the floor again within 30 seconds and then cry some more. Kids! Hmmph!
He has been quite a good sharer as Q and Lucky are constantly fighting for our attention and the same toys. Quentin is into balls to throw and crawl after and of course this drives the dog crazy so there is a constant race when he chucks one. The other night Quentin was getting ready for bed and came over to give me a kiss goodnight while sitting next to me on the couch. We were pretty close and he was working his pacifier over and then out of no where, and very unexpectedly, took it out of his mouth and thrust it into mine in a split second. I had no time to react. I got the business end of the pacifier in my mouth. Kind of gross. It's been a while since I've had one, but what a sweet gesture. That's his new thing when you get too close while he's sucking on one so we are at least aware of it now. What a great sharer!
Lately, the Qster has dropped the up, up, up and exchanged it for "duh, duh, duh." I'm not sure what it is but he is saying it at all times non stop and saying nothing else. It almost sounds like a Homer Simpson, "D'oh!" or a soft "Dude," which is forever stuck in my vernacular from growing up in the 80s and certainly possible he could've picked it up. My employees give me grief about the constant "dudes" in meetings as in, "Dude?! Seriously? We can't do better than that?" We'll see if it turns into a bigger word at some point.
He has gotten much better about getting up and down from a standing position and has figured out how to squat to pick something up without going all the way down so he can bounce back up to a standing position. His favorite thing to do is drop everything on the floor and I mean everything. He'll move around the living room crawling to a location and then stand up, grab everything off the couch, coffee table, end tables and throw it on the floor. Our floor is a real life mine field. With it being Florida we are bare foot at all times and stepping on some pointy object is a serious hazard nearly every time you move around. Our bedroom full of stuff on the floor. Our bathroom full of toys on the floor. It's a constant race to pick things up so we can just dump them back on the floor again. He'll take his pacifier out, throw it on the floor (also in the car) and then cry that he doesn't have it any more. You'll pick it up and he'll throw it on the floor again within 30 seconds and then cry some more. Kids! Hmmph!
He has been quite a good sharer as Q and Lucky are constantly fighting for our attention and the same toys. Quentin is into balls to throw and crawl after and of course this drives the dog crazy so there is a constant race when he chucks one. The other night Quentin was getting ready for bed and came over to give me a kiss goodnight while sitting next to me on the couch. We were pretty close and he was working his pacifier over and then out of no where, and very unexpectedly, took it out of his mouth and thrust it into mine in a split second. I had no time to react. I got the business end of the pacifier in my mouth. Kind of gross. It's been a while since I've had one, but what a sweet gesture. That's his new thing when you get too close while he's sucking on one so we are at least aware of it now. What a great sharer!
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