After living here for approximately five minutes Carrie entered a drawing through the local paper to see Radio City Music Hall's Christmas Spectacular featuring the Rockettes. Wow, that's a mouthful. We had seen the show once before in Tampa and anyone that knows me knows that I love anything with singing and dancing in it. I just had to go again! We won four tickets in the front row of the balcony section so we had plenty of space to spread out. We picked up the kiddos and headed downtown for the show. The performance lasted about 90 minutes. Quinny lasted about 55 minutes. After that first hour passed he had seen enough dancing for one day. He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Dad, if you've seen one high kick you've see them all." It took cookies, a patient dad and lost of whispering to get him to muscle through the rest of it. He did enjoy the theatre type seat that folds up on its own. He just can't sit still for that long. He had only been to the Dancing Bear show at Disney, which maybe lasted 20 minutes so we weren't sure if he would make it to begin with. He kept talking or rather wondering (aloud) where "fill in the blank" went. "Dad, Dad! Where did the stars go? It's dark! Moon! Moon! Moon! Ba-bye Santa!" And so on. Not sure if the people around us thought it cute or annoying. I guess that's the nice thing about living in the Midwest. People are too nice to let you know. Gavin made it through without incident. The show itself wasn't as long or good as the one in Tampa. I would think it would be the same but I guess size of arena and such maybe make that impossible. The Tampa one had live animals including camels. This one, well, not so much. The tickets were worth over $200 and we were glad we didn't pay for it. That seems like a lot to see some high kicks. Quinny did get some kicks in so that was fun for the folks sitting behind us. I think I would like to see the one in New York next time. It was a one day show and it was nice that Q was able to see the Santas. They do a number with maybe 25 Santas out there busting a move. Quinny was shaking his booty. He was shakin' it on down.We are doing a little bit better in the sleep department. Quinny is sleeping in until 5:15 most mornings but there is usually one day a week where both boys cooperate and we maybe get 4 hours of sleep in a row. Hooray! Quinny is inching his way towards getting potty trained. Milimetering his way may be a more accurate representation. I took off for work one morning leaving both boys with Care before Q headed off to school. She jumped in the shower and upon exiting couldn't find our little monster. She looked and looked. Quinny? Oh, Quinny? Where are you? It's awful quiet in here...She found him naked on his potty chair. He stripped himself down as he was already dressed for school by himself. We are still looking for the diaper. It has mysteriously disappeared. We hope it was a number one. Oh Mr. Diaper where are you?Even with him sitting in his office we still haven't had a successful potty experience. People are telling me not until he turns four. Six years of changing diapers. Ya, I said six years and that's if junior number three doesn't materialize. Um, can we change the subject please?
When not running around buck neked Quinny is really into cleaning. Carrie was out with shorty number two last weekend so I took some initiative to clean up the kitchen. If you clean one area and Quinny is in another you sort of just rotate. He's in the living room trashing the place while you clean the kitchen. You get the kitchen done and move into the living room. While you are busting your hump cleaning the living room he sneaks into the kitchen and trashes the newly cleaned kitchen. It's a vicious cleaning-trashing-cleaning-trashing cycle. (And that's why we have a beer fridge). So, to combat this it's better to have him help you. Sure, it takes you two and half times longer to clean an area but you aren't doing things twice. Slow and methodical is more fun than repeat, repeat, repeat. Twenty minutes to empty the dishwasher. You get the bottom rack done, look over and realize he's emptying the top rack by putting those dishes into the bottom rack. Oh, kids, don't you just love em'?! He's working the counters with a rag and he has a never ending cold so being father of the year I ask him if maybe he would like a Kleenex. You know to help with the snot running down his face. He gives me a look that he's got it covered. And then proceeds to blow his nose into the rag. Yup, we live on the farm. Hilarious. Snot everywhere. And what does one do when blowing their nose into their cleaning apparatus but continue cleaning with it of course. Okay, so maybe even when he's helping you it's redundant cleaning. Still, it was hilarious. We got a new rag, a Kleenex and recleaned the counters or did we? No, no just kidding we totally wiped the snot up.
Gavin turned a month old last week. He's plumping out like you wouldn't believe. He's got massive cheeks. He's also going bald. I'm glad I'm not. Quinny lost his hair in the back but it kept growing long in the front and then grew out again in the back. Gavin's is slowing receding from the front just like a real person going bald. I kind of feel sorry for him. I've done some research and apparently this is normal. It's not easy being 4 weeks old. He's going to be totally bald, which is a buzz kill for me. I love Quinny's trademark long hair. He's always had it and it's always been awesome. We put product in it. It gets chicks. It's awesome. I always thought it was weird that babies were bald. It is, isn't it? We'll see how it shakes out but he's having a tougher time looking sexy right now than I remember Quentin. It's cold here anyway so he's all bundled up. People are still fighting for a look. Isn't that a little weird too? Strangers want to stare at your baby.
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