Quinny got invited to his first birthday party this weekend for a boy that was turning two. The event was held at Gator Fred's, which is a Chucky Cheese type place on steroids. It's a giant building essentially filled with inflatable blow up bouncy stations. I don't know what they are called, but you give your kid a bunch of sugar, acres of inside playground, take off their shoes and hope they come back in one piece after an hour or so. It took him a while to warm up to the bigger kids but he eventually got in the groove and had a good time.
Quinny often finds himself in a conundrum because he will be the same size as the older kids, and gets treated as such, but is really much younger so he gets pushed around a bit. The older kids roughhouse more and so he gets intimidated sometimes because even though he's big he doesn't have that kind of an attitude yet. At least not in public. At home he'll take on the dog, his mom and isn't afraid to take a swing at his old man. So appreciative this younger generation.
He has recovered nicely from this bronchitis and doesn't seem to be any worse for the wear. We have been spending a lot of time outside enjoying our 80 degree weather. We did some landscaping this weekend to make up for the winter that killed off most of our outside plants. That was a lot of work, but Quentin enjoyed toying around with a full size spade and giant rake. We decided to install a sprinkler system and then we bought a lawn and are having professionals install it. We have lived in our house for 4 years. We bought a house with a backyard full of dirt. We planted grass and it didn't survive, so that was year one. We put the patio in year two and in year three bought a dump truck worth of dirt and several pallets of sod and we did our lawn by ourselves only to watch it slowly die off. Here we are four years later with a very nice patio and a fantastic yard of dirt. After having the folks come in and bid the lawn they told us we have repeatedly bought the wrong kind of grass. Of course we have. I was a history major not landscape architecture. It makes you wonder if we have been bamboozled by the grass seed seller and the sod guys. Are there different choices up north? I miss my Wisco lawn. Soft, easy to grow and always green. At any rate we have now purchased "shade grass," which has a far more scientific name and the sprinkler system should cement our pack with the lawn gods that we will indeed have a green lawn for Quentin this summer. It should all be done by the first week of May and I cannot wait to gaze upon our green pasture.
Carrie and I are attending a wedding on the beach on Friday so Quentin will get some quality time with his Great Aunt and Uncle in Sarasota this weekend, which will be nice for all of us. He gets to play with 3 dogs and some 2nd cousins and the wife and I get a night out on the beach at a swanky hotel with some northern friends. We hope more of you follow this example and if already married at least say your vows over again in some equally swanky beach hotel within an hour drive of us. You'll love it. Trust me. And she probably deserves it. Imagine the brownie points fellas! Plus our local economy needs stimulating. We can get you a great deal.
Here is a picture of our son eating some sand. As usual I am on the road and have limited access to our picture library so this is also of the beach. He loved it. He was a bit afraid of the rough surf, but enjoyed the sand, especially throwing it at me. He thought he was pretty cool sitting in the beach chairs too. Carrie takes all the credit for the surf outfit. Maybe she can be a child fashionista some day.
Quinny often finds himself in a conundrum because he will be the same size as the older kids, and gets treated as such, but is really much younger so he gets pushed around a bit. The older kids roughhouse more and so he gets intimidated sometimes because even though he's big he doesn't have that kind of an attitude yet. At least not in public. At home he'll take on the dog, his mom and isn't afraid to take a swing at his old man. So appreciative this younger generation.
He has recovered nicely from this bronchitis and doesn't seem to be any worse for the wear. We have been spending a lot of time outside enjoying our 80 degree weather. We did some landscaping this weekend to make up for the winter that killed off most of our outside plants. That was a lot of work, but Quentin enjoyed toying around with a full size spade and giant rake. We decided to install a sprinkler system and then we bought a lawn and are having professionals install it. We have lived in our house for 4 years. We bought a house with a backyard full of dirt. We planted grass and it didn't survive, so that was year one. We put the patio in year two and in year three bought a dump truck worth of dirt and several pallets of sod and we did our lawn by ourselves only to watch it slowly die off. Here we are four years later with a very nice patio and a fantastic yard of dirt. After having the folks come in and bid the lawn they told us we have repeatedly bought the wrong kind of grass. Of course we have. I was a history major not landscape architecture. It makes you wonder if we have been bamboozled by the grass seed seller and the sod guys. Are there different choices up north? I miss my Wisco lawn. Soft, easy to grow and always green. At any rate we have now purchased "shade grass," which has a far more scientific name and the sprinkler system should cement our pack with the lawn gods that we will indeed have a green lawn for Quentin this summer. It should all be done by the first week of May and I cannot wait to gaze upon our green pasture.
Carrie and I are attending a wedding on the beach on Friday so Quentin will get some quality time with his Great Aunt and Uncle in Sarasota this weekend, which will be nice for all of us. He gets to play with 3 dogs and some 2nd cousins and the wife and I get a night out on the beach at a swanky hotel with some northern friends. We hope more of you follow this example and if already married at least say your vows over again in some equally swanky beach hotel within an hour drive of us. You'll love it. Trust me. And she probably deserves it. Imagine the brownie points fellas! Plus our local economy needs stimulating. We can get you a great deal.
Here is a picture of our son eating some sand. As usual I am on the road and have limited access to our picture library so this is also of the beach. He loved it. He was a bit afraid of the rough surf, but enjoyed the sand, especially throwing it at me. He thought he was pretty cool sitting in the beach chairs too. Carrie takes all the credit for the surf outfit. Maybe she can be a child fashionista some day.
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