My folks were kind enough to drop by this week on their way to a little R & R in south Florida. They didn't want to intrude into our warehouse living situation but we insisted. After the night they had with Quinny down the hall they are really going to need that trip. He wailed and wailed from about 10:30 pm until 3:30 am. I took the brunt of that one but we're used to the occasional all nighter. I think they were happy to be taking off the next day. You should've seen the amount of coffee we went through at breakfast. And of course the next day the Quinny-monstah came out. He was horrible all day screaming at the slightest thing. Crab-by!! It's an absolute weekend killer. In our new house we will have a different floor plan so guests will be afforded a separate floor and in the opposite corner of the kid's bedrooms. Wow, a plural. That's the kind of sentence that makes you realize it's about to be 1 on 1 defense.
I took Carrie out to a quick 40 minute lunch today and after we finished eating she leaned back in her chair and struck a perfect Homer pose with that belly she's got. It was priceless. She totally has that sweet physique of a Homer, with that nice little bubble perfectly formed. You know how some guys just have an awesome beer gut but aren't really fat? It's just that belly protruding straight out in bulbous fashion. It's almost an accessory. That's what the wife is sporting this week. It's not too big, but it has that sweet look to it. It makes you want one. And at the same time leaves you wondering, "What's it like walking around with one of those?" I tell ya if I don't watch out I'm going to have a permanent one. But seriously could I borrow that for a few hours? You know just to show the fellas down at Champs?
Junior number two is pretty quiet in the womb in comparison to Quentin so that has us thinking we might have a sleeper on our hands. It certainly can't get any worse. We are hoping they are a quiet child because if this one wakes up that one we might never sleep again. I only have so many sick days and I actually have to go to the office now so I can't look like the walking dead and just flick on my computer. I actually have to iron shirts again! The insanity!
As we contemplate the idea of increasing our family to 33% (all in favor? Aye! The ayes I have it) and our share of family goes from said 33% down to 25% we wonder how Q will take it. There was a suggestion to get Q a doll so he got used to a baby being around the house. I'm not sure what the end result of the dolly carrying around would be so that's an emphatic no. I should remind my wife what happened when we got that baby for the dog. Exactly. It's a torso now. Fido ripped off the arms and the legs. That's not the kind of example we were hoping to set. I can just see Q running around the house carrying this thing by the leg as its head bounces off the tile floor at every step. Bump, bump, bump (IQ getting low, lower, lowest). Sure honey! Let's head to the doll shop. I think if the dog can man up to a life of pain and suffering not being the center of attention our first born can too. It will be good for him. Life isn't fair and no time like the present to learn that lesson.
Since we are moving I am posting a pic of the Iowa family. You can see Poppa Steve leaning in so Q is helping out by leaning in the opposite way to keep the photo balanced. That Q is so helpful! Of course that is Great Grandma Reiter in the pic.
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