Shake Yo Booty!

Daylight savings was not made for children.  Yowsers.  Momma!  Dadda!  Um, what's that noise?  It's 3:37 AM.  Oh, well it's Quentin of course ready to start his day.  If it wasn't for the Packers pummelling the Dallas Cowboys all night long I might have gotten some sleep.  That game was like watching a car crash.  I really wanted to turn it off and get some sleep but every time I reached for the remote they would do something spectacular.  There's just something inspiring about ripping the soul right out of a team's heart.  America's Team?  Good one.  I think it's safe to say the Packers make the playoffs.  But with the Pack playing late into Sunday night and the time change the kids were all screwed up.  We started the day at 3:30.  We tried to pack the bed with the whole family but it didn't take.  We have to go back to banning all children from bed.  We're such wafflers.  I just want to take the path of least resistance to sleep.  I'm not sure there is one.

The weather in Iowa has been fantastic so we had a glorious day getting ready for winter yesterday.  It's amazing what you can accomplish in a day when you start at 4am.  The house got cleaned, the laundry got done, the lawn got mowed for the first and hopefully last time this year and we found the time to watch some football and grill out.  We changed diapers approximately every 7 minutes as well and still managed to stay on course.  I think at any given moment in time someone is either crying (I'm including myself in there) or pooping.  It's really amazing how fast the human body can turn food into excrement.  We still are partial to Pampers versus Huggies.  We once again went with the Huggies for the newborn diapers and we find ourselves getting wazzered on constantly.  It's worth the extra few bucks to buy the Pampers and cut down on the laundry.  Huggies leak - constantly.

With Carrie hosting the feeding trough for Gavin Quentin and I have been spending more time together.  Getting him dressed in the morning has been a challenge so I sing to him, making up my own lyrics because I can't remember any children songs in their entirety.  Clearly, I have no singing talent what so ever or rhythm for that matter but I can put together some pretty sweet lyrics.  The other day I sang him a song to the hokey pokey music to get us going and we ended up with a "Shake, shake, shake yo booty.  Shake yo booty on down. Shake, shake, shaky yo booty on down.  Shake that booty." And so on.  It's an easy way to get his clothes on.  You put your right arm in, you put your left arm in.  Shake, shake, shake yo booty.  Shake yo booty on down. Put your left leg in, put your right leg in. Shake, shake yo booty. Shake yo booty on down.  Of course he's shaking his booty, which is really awesome. All day yesterday he's running around the house singing "shake yo booty down" while shaking his booty.  I've created a booty shaking monster.  We keep trying to get it on tape, but he gets a little camera shy.  Getting dressed is a shake yo booty down event now and a piece of cake in the mornings.

Gavin also took his first bottle yesterday and slurped that puppy down so that should provide Carrie with some night time relief down the stretch.  He's getting so much bigger.  He added his second and third chins this past week.  I'll be curious to see what he weighs in at during his next appointment because he's packing it on.  He's also started sleeping a little better at night.  If we go to bed pretty late like 11:30-12 he usually only gets up once or twice.  Now that I am writing that it doesn't sound that good considering we get up at 5.  Huh, it's amazing what you think is improvement with newborns.  With Quinny testing the waters at every step (Don't use that bat to hit the TV.  He turns around smiles, winds up...Quinny!?! and then smokes the TV.  That's it! TIME OUT! Wails away.  This happens in standard 15 minute intervals).  At any rate one needs a monstrous level of patience to make it to 10am.  Thankfully, I've been blessed with an extremely patient demeanor.  Carrie really leans on me and my patience to get through the day.  I really don't know what she'd do without me.  Yes, the blog is dripping with sarcasm.

We are slowly but surely getting used to the family of four.  One of these days we are going to be brave enough to venture into public as an entire family.  We aren't quite ready for that transition yet.  We were invited to dinner at a friend's house and we just kept declining.  I fear unleashing our tornado of a family on someone else's flat screen.  I just want to ask, are you insured?  And I mean well.  Really well.  I think Carrie and I are getting near looking for a reprieve.  We aren't there yet as we are still exhausted but we will be soon.  The stir crazies are starting to set in.

Here are a few pics of Gavin posing and Quinny not quite letting go of his youth as he joined Gavin on the floor for some time with his old toys.