Quentin and Carrie took off for the weekend to enjoy the great white north flying to Minneapolis on Thursday morning. For Quentin this is the last trip he'll take on a plane before turning one. At some point we'll have to go back and add all of them up. I wonder what the record is? He has to be near. Just thinking about all the airports he's visited makes me wonder if this will have an effect on his life later. Will he be a road warrior, world traveler, or will it cause him to be a small town shut-in? The possibilities are endless.
The weekend is Carrie's annual girls shopping trip/weekend. Really? Isn't that like every day? Seriously, do these women really think they are fooling anyone by implying they aren't shopping the other 51 weekends out of the year? Carrie texted me the posted picture yesterday after about 3 hours into the trip. My all-man son was already fast asleep. I'm sure he was wore out from the constant banter of 18 women talking at the same time, in harmony of course. I can hear them now, "Oh, that blouse is soooo cute on you! Do these jeans make my butt look big? That color totally makes your eyes look awesome!" Alright, that may be a little over the top but that's what I imagine this trip being. For me, well, I get the big screen all to myself for a quality football weekend in which my Badgers and Packers can win in the same weekend. Yipee! (Update - the Packers are awful and lost to the creamsicle jersey wearing worst team in the NFL Bucs - by 10!).
Quentin returned on Sunday so happy to see Dad. It's crazy that he's so little and can miss you as much you miss him. That brings a little joy to your heart. Everyone tells me how it's fleeting and they only love you unconditionally for those first 10-15 years and after that you're just getting in the way like a typical geezer. Well, I'll take it while I can. He has gotten even more coordinated by the time he returned standing up and picking objects up. He got home last night and picked up a toy probably 2/3 as long as him that must have weighed a pound and was just standing. He's starting to take a step here and a step there. It won't be long. My folks are coming down on Wednesday so maybe they will be here for a monumental moment of walking. He will stand as well now and chuck a ball. This pitching thing may work out. Andre Agassi has a book coming out where his Dad pulled him out of school so he could play tennis for 5-6 hours a day as a six year old. (He officially dropped out in 9th grade). He hated it of course, but he's whining about that now from his $29 million dollar mansion while getting another $2 million for writing a book about how much he hated it. Let's face it we all do things we hate and very few of us (Anyone? Anyone at all?) get paid millions for doing the things we hate. Could it really have been that bad?
So, hopefully, Quentin survives the ladies weekend. I'm sure he'll be doted on endless. Hopefully, all these women won't stretch his cheeks out pulling on them while telling him how cute he is. Maybe, he'll run into a nice midwestern girl to elope with. Well, I'm probably getting ahead of myself. Enjoy your Monday!
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