Feeling better

There are some rumors going around that people's water heaters are springing leaks left and right. After posting the story about our dependless water heater we've heard of two more failures in recent days. If I have a water heater in my house I am running to the closet and I am definitely doing an inspection to be safe. We heard some virgin carpet had to be sacrificed in at least one instance. If I would've known about all these failures we could've gotten a bulk water heater deal. Hind sight is always 20/20.

Quentin is feeling better, but he's teething and was soooo crabby the last few days. He was schizophrenic the entire weekend. For 60 seconds he would be jovial having a blast and then without rhyme or reason would start wailing. It was tough to take as this two minute drill happened all weekend long. He's getting some more bottom teeth, which will pull his count up to eight. It seems like he has a lot teeth in comparison to his peers, but the doctor keeps telling us that teething is totally subjective and he could be one year old and not have any teeth. It doesn't mean anything other than he can chew (and bite) a lot better than his playmates.

Carrie went out and bought him a little pool this weekend to celebrate his 9 month birthday (they grow up so fast! {wipe single tear}) so he went swimming for the first time. He essentially treated the pool the same way he treats the dog bowl- a lot of splashing and a lot of water on the floor/porch. He seemed to enjoy it and it was fun to watch him splash around. We took some video but he kept spinning around so I had a tough time shooting the front of him but you can see what I shot. Every time we bust out the video camera the dog gets so jealous and immediately pops up and does his best to get some camera time. He's so vain. If the camera is bumping around that's because Lucky's big ol' melon is bumping my hand trying to get some attention and me using one hand to push him out of the shot. What a diva!

In other pet news it looks like Mr. Oscar was just fasting. I thought he was on his deathbed as he had stopped swimming and was just "resting" on the bottom of the tank. He didn't eat any food for an entire week but today came back to life and ferociously chowed down some breakfast. I was getting pretty sad about the losing my prized fish. He's big enough to stuff and put in my office but I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. I'm excited he's back. Travel starts back up this week....can't wait! (How come no one has invented sarcasm font yet)?

It's gettin' hot in herrrre

I got up at about 11:30 pm last night with Quentin and picked up him out of his crib and he was roasting. Boiling to the touch. He's shooting up like a weed and has grown out of his summer PJ's and we haven't had a chance to buy him new ones yet so he was in long sleeve and pant PJ's contributing. He was really hot though so I figured he was running a temp. He was pretty restless for the rest of the night but wasn't especially crabby. He was just doing a lot of flipping and flopping in bed. Kind of like the Republican party trying to figure out how to defeat this health care bill. This morning he was still warm to the touch so we took his temperature and he was posting a 102 degree fever, his first one. No school for Q! So we have our first work day with him at home taking turns handing him off as we get through our days. Hopefully he doesn't get any worse and will feel better by tomorrow.

I went up to my office this morning early to check my schedule and get started so we could see if one of us needed to take the day off or if we could swing this. I came down an hour or so later to brew up some coffee. Q is crawling on the floor and near the kitchen. Q has a new toy that counts, says the ABC's, plays music and the like. So I am standing within four feet of Q and I hear the trombone playing on this interactive toy. I'm thinking how did he do that? He's a good 20 feet away from that thing. What's going on? Then it goes off again. What's the deal here? I look over behind the ottoman and Lucky is playing with it using his nose. And he is making it work on purpose. This is a Leapfrog toy (you know make your kid smarter toy) and these designers must be really good at their jobs, because my dog can now count to ten - in Spanish! Incredible! I wish I had a video camera handy because I have never seen anything like it. He did it a good 4 or 5 times before we left the room to get the camera, which distracted him and he followed ending our little experiment. I'm not sure if our child is a little behind or if we simply have dog genius on our hands. Either way someone is going to college in this house on academic scholarship.

Speaking of pets, my fish, Mr. Oscar weighing in at a good 2-3 pounds is on a hunger strike. I don't know what to do but this is his fourth consecutive day of not eating. I wonder if he's going to kick the bucket and give us fresh fish for this Friday's fish fry? I hope he pulls through and I'm not really sure what the deal is but I don't think he'll last too much longer if he doesn't eat something. Any advice? Can you insert a feeding tube into your fish? We've got a lot going on down here at the moment.

Here is a pic of Q sitting front row at the Rays' game. Doesn't he look comfortable? He had his lunch catered in, which is why he's sporting the smock. It's feeding time at the Rays!

Church

As Q continues to get older he gets a little more fidgety every day and likes to be held a little less. Now that he can run around he is especially squirmy so church and holding him on your lap for an entire hour is simply too much to bear. He is bored out of his mind. We bring him toys, but none of them make noise (books mostly) so that only interests him for a short time. This past Sunday he turned to other things to entertain himself with, like the tween's pony tail sitting directly in front of him. He was sitting on my lap jumping up and down and I'm trying to pay attention when out of no where he makes a lunge for the girl's pony tail. I snagged him just a few centimeters short of "pony tails are not for pulling" disaster. The people sitting in the pew behind us gasped as they thought he was going to get it. They later told us what a great baby he is and how they've never seen such a young child hold on for so long. They thought my reaction time was pretty solid as well. If only they knew about the dog bowls. He's never gone for a pony tail before, but then we don't spend a lot of time sitting behind pony tails in grasping range either. Our little Qster is not a quitter either. He made several more attempts only ending in frustration but he gets an A for effort. I can only imagine the girl's face if he would've been successful. Q is not the pull and let go type. He's got that kung fu grip that means this girl is going to have her head yanked back until you can pry his fingers off the prize. Penance possibly? Maybe this girl had a naughty week and God was doing what God does. We'll never know.

He didn't stop there either. He tried out his pitching arm. And let me tell you that kid can wind up and just chuck it. We were sitting on the far end of the pew on the left side of the church. After the pony tail strike out he was working on his pacifier and he pulled that baby out and let er' rip. He hit the lady at the far end of the pew in mid-sermon. It got a quite a look of hilarity from the people around us. It really sent that message of do unto others...home. The best part was he used his left arm and he's got a cannon. Who knew church would be holding this year's little league try outs? He does work in mysterious ways. We may have the next major league south paw on our hands. I'm going to have to get that arm on You tube. The lady that got almost knocked out was very gracious and delivered it back. We then started stuffing his face with cheerios for distraction purposes. That kid loves a handful of cheerios and another and another and another. I swear he's going to turn into a giant cheerio. He can polish off an entire box of cheerios in a week. Okay slight exaggeration but he can pound the cheerios. If there was a cheerio toddler eating contest we would enter him and we would dominate the competition. My kid can slam cheerios.

Here is a picture of him enjoying being on top of my shoulders. He loves riding around on the top of your shoulders....and pulling your hair while up there.