Bubbles!

We celebrated Easter this weekend with the Reiter family. For the most part they behaved. Outside of some crazy talk about a left wing conspiracy - health care for all! they were normal. It was great fun for Quinny to have so many people to play with. Lucky was pretty stoked too. We haven't had the whole family down since Quentin was born so it was nice to spend a pseudo-holiday together. On Sunday we went to church where Quentin ripped some pages out of the hymnal. They weren't the good ones, so we figured it's okay. I quietly took the pages and slipped them into my pocket. I recycled them so that should count for something. I don't think anyone noticed unless you count God, in which case He chose not to smote us on the spot. Maybe because He knew we were celebrating a holiday. Afterwards we went home and cooked what we think was our first ham. Too easy! We're going to have to get that on the menu more often.

So we had a nice feast and then Quinny went looking for his Easter eggs. It took him a while to hit his stride and get it, but once he did he was having a blast. We hid two dozen plastic eggs with treats inside like goldfish and teddy grahams. He's too young for candy. In his Easter basket he had a toothbrush because he's constantly mopping the floor with his current one, which I think defeats the purpose. If your brush is dirtier than your mouth, well, that's not a good thing. So he got that, some coloring books, good old fashioned regular books and some bubbles. He loves bubbles. He can say bubbles too, which seems like a complicated word for such a youngster but he screams BUBBLES!, BUBBLES!, BUBBLES! And you do not want to be the person that decides that was enough bubble blowing for one day. Oh, no you didn't! He will scream and scream and scream. He loves his bubbles. And he does not take kindly to the mommy that takes his bubbles away.

The bubble blowing starts out with you blowing them and him screaming with excitement chasing them around the backyard. This is equally as much fun for the dog. After a few minutes Quinny will want to take 0ver. He's more into dipping the stick into the container and throwing the bubble solution on the floor and repeat and repeat than actually blowing bubbles. This puts you, the consumer, in a bit of a catch-22. On the one hand he is quite literally having the time of his life. He is loving every second of it and that is the point right? On the other hand you are watching your money literally get poured out on the ground with no bubbles in sight so it takes a bit of convincing to realize throwing the solution on the floor is providing the same joy that one would get out of actually blowing bubbles. In about a 20 minute window he can get through a half bottle of bubbles. Good thing there is this thing called the internet because we learned we can make our own. Thanks moms! In short we've bought bubble solution stock to hedge our bets.

Here is a short video of him blowing bubbles - three feet away from the stick. You can see by Carrie grabbing the stick that she wants the bubbles to get blown soooo bad instead of winding up on the floor. We eventually agreed we can afford throwing $2 on the floor as long as the Qster was having a good time. It was a very windy day so we got some free bubbles by the wind throwing us a thrifty helping hand. Enjoy!