We are preparing for the showdown between the Hawkeyes and the Badgers at the house this afternoon. We invited the Iowa family over to watch the 2:30 kick off. We will of course show off our newest addition as well. The rules are pretty simple. If you wear red you get to eat and drink for free. If you wear Badger gear you won't have to pay a cover, will be relieved of incessant smack talking about how your quarterback spends as much time throwing to the opposite team as own and you can enjoy top shelf adult beverages to imbibe at no cost. If, and I can't imagine anyone would have the audacity, one wears puke yellow to the house, well then you are on the BYO-X system. As in Bring Your Own X (whatever) you want to eat and drink. 
The household is looking forward to it. So much so that the entire house was up all night because they couldn't sleep in anticipation of the big event. It was just like Christmas. Gavin spent the entire night up and Carrie hit the wall around 3:30 and tapped out waking me up to take over. Nothing better in life than the ol' 3:30 AM shift. You can't imagine what is on TV at that hour. So I am spending time watching the greatest television ever while rocking baby G back to sleep for about an hour when I hear another noise. That can't be. You have to be kidding me. Seriously? Is that Q crying? So, as I sit there watching Nitro on MTV2, whatever that is, I contemplate how I pick up a 40 pound crying nearly two year old while holding a finally quiet almost 9 day old at the same time. I glance over at sleeping beauty and don't want to wake her up because I know she hasn't caught more than two hours of sleep in a row in weeks. So I put baby Gavin into a chair and go track down Quentin. That was it. He wanted to come into our bed, which is a war zone these days. Lights on, lights off. Baby crying, baby feeding, baby crying, baby diaper change, lights on, lights off, poopy diaper, comment of geez, Josh, It's your turn, baby crying, and now the introduction of Quentin. I look over at Carrie and confirm we did indeed decide to host a get together tomorrow afternoon. It's really shocking how much one can accomplish in a day when they start at 4:30 AM.
Hosting did cause us to dig out some pictures of the family and put some boxes away. It's clear at this point some things are just not going to get unpacked, which is code for you don't need this stuff. Moving into a bigger house is a misnomer. You don't really need the space. You convince yourself you do because really you just want to accumulate more stuff. Our basement has a perfect little space that would exactly fit a 96 inch LCD TV placed neatly on the wall. I'm sure that's just some random coincidence. The wife is not going it for it. But, honey the builder wanted it this way. Still unconvinced? Maybe Santa will just put it under the tree.
I think all of us are still carrying some leftover Florida baggage. Q was getting in trouble for "wandering" at school this week. They say he doesn't listen very well. I'm not good at taking adult criticism. I have always felt like if you are going to micromanage me than I'm going to make you earn your stripes and act like someone that needs to be micromanaged. I'm very curious to understand exactly how well a 1 year old is supposed to listen. They said he wanders around the class during "free play" but does well when they are doing any specific activity. I'm not saying this out loud, but I'm thinking it's free play. Doesn't the title imply your kid should be wandering around the room doing whatever they want? They have a bunny in the middle of the room that he gravitates to. We don't live on a farm. This is his first experience with a bunny. He's one. I'm sorry you're telling me you are shocked he can't stop checking it out? We may have chosen the wrong daycare. I don't think he's made friends yet and he still talks about his old friends from Tampa, which I'm surprised to hear. What a memory? He's going to be the guy that remembers being in the womb.
Quinny is a lot like me. He's determined. He's ultra observant and is constantly multi-tasking. He'll start one thing, see another and move on. He'll come back to the first thing but he's curious. He's a boy. He loves the outdoors. He needs exercise. I want him to do well and now I'm sitting here thinking he's spending half his day in time out? They say time out has no effect on him. He happily, smiling, goes to his chair without a care in the world. At home he hates it, wailing through the entire two minutes eager to say sorry and move on. I will admit it. It makes me smile that he's man enough, at one, to stick it to the man. But, you know it sucks and you know it has to have some effect on him. Now my paranoia sets in and I wonder if they are singling him out or have less patience for him than the others. I wonder if we made a colossal mistake sending him to this particular daycare. I'm sure I'm over reacting. There are probably just too many Hawkeye fans there and we keep dressing him in Wisco gear (you know to stick it to em'!). We'll be keeping an eye on them and hopefully we work it out. If not we will be on the daycare hunt. It's a lot of change for all of us and people think he's too young to notice. But this is boy genius we're talking about and it simply is not true. He knows and he's having a tough time.
Here a few recent pics of Gavin. Q has been absolutely great. He talks about him on the way home from school, always wants to see him and showers him with hugs and kisses. Gavin has made the night time routine with Q kissing everyone good night (including Lucky) and giving everyone a hug. Here is Q administrating one of those and Gavin's big feet!
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