Happy first birthday to Gavin! He celebrated his first with family last weekend and we had a nice “Look Hoo’s turning one” party. You know complete with hooting owl. It’s the newest rage. C’mon you haven’t heard? You must not be rolling with a posse of one year olds. We had three great grandparents in attendance (hooty hoo!), all four grandparents, some uncles, cousins and friends. Both boys had a great time and Quinny scored some gifts as well so he wouldn't get too jealous of the birthday boy. Gavin was fortunate enough to receive some sweet Badger gear, a sit and scoot that can transfer into a scooter when he gets older, some music, sweet fireman PJs, books, a talking dog, some toys, and a Badger pillow pet. Too much! Gavin wanted me to thank everyone for attending and for all the wonder gifts.
The cake, oh do the boys love the cake. Quinny loves parties and was talking about digging into the cake weeks before it happened. You should see him buzz. We came to the realization this morning that our oldest son might have a problem, a sugar problem. Here is the morning routine. Now before you read on remember we’re not judging your parenting. Well, at least not to your face so keep that in mind. Quinny gets up between 6:30-7. Yup, it got dark out and our kids rise and fall asleep with the sun. I wonder what would happen if we moved to Alaska? Would the kids sleep 20 hours a day? Hmmmm. I hear there are great tax incentives and non-stop Palin entertainment. “I can see Russia from my hot tub!” He gets up, hopefully dry, uses the restroom, finds his way to the kitchen, lobbies for a bag of fruit snacks (we generally deny him), gets a juice box, grabs a yogurt and plops into our bed. He then gets cozy under the blankets, asks politely for Mickey Mouse Club conveniently on at 7 and starts chowing away. Approximately 5 minutes later he’s a crazy sugar maniac. It didn’t really dawn on me that it was sugar. I thought it was simply crazy two year old but this morning we started wondering; is it too much sugar?
We shall see but tomorrow we start to wean him off. If he gets the chills and starts throwing up due to the tremendous headaches we’ll keep you posted. “Hi, my name is Quinny and I have a sugar problem.” Pause for round of applause. “It all started back when I was two and my parents used sugar to potty train me. Although, effective, it’s been a lifelong burden of snorting pixi sticks in back alleys, shoving ho-ho’s two at a time in my gullet when no one is looking at the office and occasionally, if it’s really bad, slamming straight sugar packets in my mouth one delicious spoonful at a time. It was my childhood, my parents. Oh, my parents…”
Please forgive us son for we know not what we do. Gavin is headed to surgery. It’s been on, scheduled, doctor canceled, we bowed out, he got sick, back on again. So, officially the big day is this Thursday. Think about our little guy. I think the procedure itself will go fine and we think he’ll be much better off in the long run. He’s got a flight coming up and I am hopeful this will make it tolerable. I’m only concerned about the anesthesia. He could be allergic or you might get someone that can’t do math and he'll get the wrong dosage. That’s the only part I think we need to be worried about. He’s only under for 5-10 minutes so it should be short. If all goes according to plan we’ll be home by lunch time on Thursday. We’ll keep you posted.
For his pre-op physical/one year check up he weighed in only a half pound behind big brother Q so he’s going to be a big boy too. He’s in the 95th percentile for height. This family will be a force if they decide to play sports. They could be on the same varsity teams. We’ve been practicing catching footballs lately. We’ve been playing some golf too. He’s not walking yet but we think before Thanksgiving. He’s moving around a lot and loves getting into mischief. Oh, to have boys. Quinny’s going to the pumpkin patch on a field trip tomorrow so more blogs to follow. We’ll keep you posted on that, the surgery and a couple of big ticket items. Cheers.
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