The Q-meister turned one on November 29th. He was not into his birthday presents at all. Today is December 20th and he is obsessed with the tree, the ornaments and extremely focused on the presents as they continue to multiply under the tree. No bow is safe at our house. They have all been removed. He took a couple and it was kind of cute. I moved the presents farther under the tree. He grabbed a couple more and it was still kind of cute buy I started to wonder whether it was even worth putting more bows on. I move the gifts way under the tree. Well Captain Persistence just gets on his belly and crawls all the way under there to get them. Now we don't have any bows. I guess he's still pretty cute but the gifts are not. What's a one year old boy to do with no bows to pull off? He's moved on to opening the gifts. He's smart. He's not going for the top of a gift. Oh no. He's going for the corner, the easiest point of entry. He knows he can wedge is pudgy little finger into that crease, get a grip and start tearing. Clearly, he's missing the concept of wait until Christmas. Not only that, but he's opened one of Carrie's gifts and this morning started in on Lucky's 4 foot long wrapped bone. Lucky already knows what it is so he's standing right next to him urging him to hurry up. It's criminal these two. They might as well be brothers!! We can live with it. We are celebrating our family Christmas on Tuesday before we hit the road so we only need to survive a few more days. Every time Dennis the Menace does some new cute mischievous thing I just think about the damage that is heading Grandma's way. I hope the ornaments start about 3 1/2 feet up the tree. One can only assume no gifts have been wrapped with bows. A present terrorist is coming to town and it doesn't matter who's been naughty or nice.
With all the Christmas rushing around we thought a nice dinner out would be a nice change of pace. Q is finally sleeping and hitting the hay around 7:30 so we are militant about keeping the schedule. That means, hooray!, we're the early bird special people. We had a gift certificate that we received for Christmas last year, still not used, so we employed that to head out to a local restaurant. Now, I think a little hippie goes a long way. Let's face it, facial hair is cool. You may not like it but that just means you're a square. Long hair on dudes is awesome. We don't want to go crazy here and you can leave your mullet at the trailer park but long hair for dudes is generally a sweet fashion statement. So, in the spirit of who wants to give their one year old a buzz cut the Qster is sporting a nice old melon of shagariffic hair. It's his trademark. He came out with inches of hair and for all we know he could go bald at some point so let's sport some locks.
Back to the dinner. We had to wait a few minutes for a table and a woman was playing "he's sooo cute" with him/us and then asked if he was a boy or a girl. Really? I mean I know he is extremely good looking. Is he too good looking for a boy? Is there such a thing? He's dressed in blue overalls so I'm not sure if that was a moment of extreme caution trying to avoid I don't want to call their ugly daughter a boy. But outside of that what gives? They sat us in a booth, so it's Carrie on one side, me on the other and Q on the end of the booth with his back to the foot traffic. A few minutes into dinner a group of 5-6 people are like ooooh, look at the cute girl and her dress. Excuse me? Do I need to hand out glasses this charitable season? They think my son is a cross dresser? He's wearing overalls! Does he have a pink ribbon in his hair? How drunk are these people? I'm not cutting his hair so that's out. I guess more T-shirts that explicitly state "All Boy" or "Daddy's Son" or even "Momma's Boy" are better than this kind of treatment. So I hope these ignorant gender blind people are just an abnormal slice of the goofy gene pool that resides in Tampa. Hopefully, when he arrives in Wisco, where people still know the difference between a boy and a girl, he'll called out for being the sooo cute little boy that he is.
Here is a pic of Q shopping. As you can see he is exhausted and our rare day sleeper is out cold in a shopping cart.
With all the Christmas rushing around we thought a nice dinner out would be a nice change of pace. Q is finally sleeping and hitting the hay around 7:30 so we are militant about keeping the schedule. That means, hooray!, we're the early bird special people. We had a gift certificate that we received for Christmas last year, still not used, so we employed that to head out to a local restaurant. Now, I think a little hippie goes a long way. Let's face it, facial hair is cool. You may not like it but that just means you're a square. Long hair on dudes is awesome. We don't want to go crazy here and you can leave your mullet at the trailer park but long hair for dudes is generally a sweet fashion statement. So, in the spirit of who wants to give their one year old a buzz cut the Qster is sporting a nice old melon of shagariffic hair. It's his trademark. He came out with inches of hair and for all we know he could go bald at some point so let's sport some locks.
Back to the dinner. We had to wait a few minutes for a table and a woman was playing "he's sooo cute" with him/us and then asked if he was a boy or a girl. Really? I mean I know he is extremely good looking. Is he too good looking for a boy? Is there such a thing? He's dressed in blue overalls so I'm not sure if that was a moment of extreme caution trying to avoid I don't want to call their ugly daughter a boy. But outside of that what gives? They sat us in a booth, so it's Carrie on one side, me on the other and Q on the end of the booth with his back to the foot traffic. A few minutes into dinner a group of 5-6 people are like ooooh, look at the cute girl and her dress. Excuse me? Do I need to hand out glasses this charitable season? They think my son is a cross dresser? He's wearing overalls! Does he have a pink ribbon in his hair? How drunk are these people? I'm not cutting his hair so that's out. I guess more T-shirts that explicitly state "All Boy" or "Daddy's Son" or even "Momma's Boy" are better than this kind of treatment. So I hope these ignorant gender blind people are just an abnormal slice of the goofy gene pool that resides in Tampa. Hopefully, when he arrives in Wisco, where people still know the difference between a boy and a girl, he'll called out for being the sooo cute little boy that he is.
Here is a pic of Q shopping. As you can see he is exhausted and our rare day sleeper is out cold in a shopping cart.
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