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January 31, 2002
mistakes
Can you guys let me know if the pictures are covering the words or overlapping on each other or being otherwise funky? I'd appreciate it--and thanks, Anne, for the heads up this morning!
Oh, and just a reminder...you can make comments on each entry by clicking on the "babytalk" link below them. :-)
Posted by Amy at 7:12 AM | Comments (5)
January 30, 2002
snowbunny
I don't know where I've been lately. Quinn is into all sorts of mischief. She reaches for things more and more--tonight she was actually entertaining herself by petting and poking at one of her stuffed toys. It was amazing--like watching a real baby play.
She kicks her legs when she's lying on her back--WAAAYY UP in the air, like she's going to do a kip or something. But when we put her on her tummy, she still buries her head in the blanket and cries. This sister is never going to crawl.
And the mysterious sitting-up things is still happening. I don't know where she's headed...but when the urge to get up strikes, there's no stopping her. She spent a recent trip to Woodfield Mall hunched over in her infant carrier, staring at her lap, because she refused to sit back in her seat.
Tomorrow is going to be a snowbound day for us, so maybe I'll write a longer entry over at Parsley. If I do, it will be dedicated to my sister-in-law Cinda, who is parched for my magical words. Love her!
Posted by Amy at 10:22 AM | Comments (2)
January 23, 2002
Sleep...SLEEP!!!
Oh. Muh. Gawd.
I put Quinn to bed last night at about 7:30 p.m.
And she woke up again.
At.
6:30 this morning.
Which means she slept through the night.
IF THIS IS A HABIT, I WILL DO THE RUNNING MAN ACROSS NORTH AMERICA IN MY WEDDING DRESS TO SHOW THANKS AND APPRECIATION.
That's all.
Posted by Amy at 8:18 AM | Comments (5)
January 22, 2002
Quinn's first walk
Somehow I never expected Quinn's first walk to take place in the middle of January. But it did when, after having a bottle and watching extremely fat babies on Jenny Jones, we headed out the door with Baxter and my nephew Danny. God bless global warming!
When I was taking this picture, Danny said, "I look good today!" and Baxter looked up at him in disgust.
Posted by Amy at 2:47 AM
January 20, 2002
Lilly is here!
My good friends Katie and Joe has their baby last week. She is SUCH a cutie, and so, so much smaller than Quinn ever was. I made a little web page with some of her pictures, which you can see here if you want.
They live in the same town as me, and Katie will be staying home with Lilly, so I foresee many afternoons watching Trading Spaces together in our future. Yay for babies!
Posted by Amy at 9:53 AM
January 15, 2002
leap-o fantastic
I. am going to. STAPLE. the pacifier. to Quinn's mouth.
She's in her bouncy seat, trying to have her morning nap(per), but she can't fall asleep w/o the pacifier.
[sucksucksucksuckPLOP!]--out it flies. I shove it back in before she can gritch.
[sucksucksucksucksucksucksuckPLOP!]--I am engrossed in mightybigtv.com and don't notice that the pacifier has launched until she starts to whine in frustration, rooting around in her sleep. I shove it back in.
[sucksuckPLOP!]--does she not see a pattern here? Why can't she regulate how hard she sucks so that it will stay in?
Another weird thing--she's always strapped into her bouncy seat, thank goodness, because lately she has been doing this weird thing where she is fast asleep, then all of a sudden she's straining and trying to sit straight up and it SCARES THE CRAP out of me every time she does it. What is in her head telling her to do that? Where does she think she's going?
I think I need to eat breakfast. I'm getting confused.
Posted by Amy at 8:48 AM | Comments (1)
January 13, 2002
slappy
Quinn has started to bat at the toys that we dangle in front of her. I used to be all blasé about accomplishments like this...people would tell me that their babies had completed some milestone and I'd be all "whoopie!" (can you tell I just watched the Clueless True Hollywood Story?) But I was so excited to see her finally figure out that she can control her hand and make contact with those swinging things in front of her.
Another mom might take this opportunity to say "She's growing so fast--I want her to stay little forever!" Not me. I really don't like how helpless she is...it makes me so sad. I can't wait until she's the big strong Bunny who can talk and learn and play with me.
All right, I sound like a moron. I'm going to bed with the new Madonna book. Whoo whoo!
Posted by Amy at 10:47 AM | Comments (2)
January 8, 2002
Listen now to what I say about the kids of today
Long ago, my friend Eriq picked up his boots from the dust and moved out to El Lay to be a sound guy in the movie biz. He came back to be in my wedding (he's the one just to the right of me), but it's a bummer not havin' Q around. If I didn't have Amy around to do schtick with, I'd prob'ly just be Mr. Grumpy pants all the time.
A few months ago, Eriq and his wife Violet had a son, Peter. Amy and I wanted to get Peter a present, and we were lucky enough to find it at a garage sale: A baby-sized A-Team T-shirt. Eriq's adoration of the A-Team is legend, so we knew we had the perfect gift.
Yesterday, a package came from California. In it, the letter said "sorry it took so long to get this to you. We think you'll find it worth the wait." Thanks, Q, I do.
For those unaware of the mighty Naked Raygun, they were the band that invented (if not defined) the "Chicago punk rock sound" of the late 80s and early 90s. Their album Jettison (which is where the guy on the shirt is from) was my first real exposure to any music outside of the standard classic rock radio fare. It completely changed my outlook.
Eriq's as big of a fan of Raygun as I am, so I'm sure that Peter also has a matching one of these, too....
Posted by Andy at 9:04 AM | Comments (5)
punk rock baby
Yesterday never got better. Quinn was the Anti-Napper all day long, which was really stressful on me as I was counting on some free time to put away Christmas decorations. Our house is so MESSY and I hate it. I guess I need to develop a higher tolerance for things out of place...
But she's back to normal today. Fed, bathed, dressed, now passed out in the bouncy chair. Guess I'd better keep working on the Christmas decorations, huh?
Posted by Amy at 8:18 AM | Comments (2)
January 7, 2002
bad a.m.
I knew from the start it was going to be a bad morning.
I took the middle-of-the-night feeding, and Andy took the 7:30 a.m. one. He plopped Quinn in bed with me when he was done, but I didn't want to wake up. My eyes burned when I opened them. Quinn kicked and cooed, waiting for me to get up and get her day going.
I pulled the covers over both of us and held the pacifier to her mouth so she'd go back to sleep. She complied, but it only lasted 1/2 hour. Quinn wanted to be up.
I tried to proceed as normal: she had her bath, got dressed, had another bottle since she'd only had half of her morning one, and I put her in her bouncy chair for her nap.
She pretended to play along, but it seems my bad mood caught on. She wouldn't fall asleep. She wouldn't lay down in bed with me. She only wants to be in the Baby Bjorn. If I try anything else, she wails at me. If I try to lie down with the Baby Bjorn on my stomach, her eyes fly open and the tears start. I'm surprised she's letting me sit down to type this.
I'm wearing one of my old maternity shirts as a nightgown. My hair is a mess. And needs to be cut. The dog is barking to go out. I'm hungry.
I feel like my life has become a Shoebox card.
Posted by Amy at 10:04 AM
January 6, 2002
mobile
Someone [coughmymomcough] pointed out that poor Quinn has been missing out because she didn't have a mobile to look at, so I picked one up on Friday. Holy crap. This girl loves any sort of toy in her crib. First the Peaceful Planet Aquarium, then the mobile. We're waiting for her to discover the mirror we stashed in there, too.
Posted by Amy at 12:25 PM | Comments (1)
January 3, 2002
Rough a.m.
Quinn has a very tough morning schedule.
She wakes up and grins BIG FAT TOOTHLESS grins at whoever rescues her from her crib. Then, depending on her mood, she either lays in bed with us and talks, or she gets spirited away to eat. Usually it talkes a long time for her to drink the first bottle of the day because she is so genuinely pleased to see me...she can only slurp for a few seconds before she has to bat her eyelashes, tilt her head back, and coo.
When we're finally done with that, we return to the bed for more play time. She pets Baxter, listens to
the most horrible radio station on earth (but the only one that comes in on our clock radio), and listens to me jabber about what we're going to do today. She's also told many times that she's a VERY PRETTY BUNNY. "Who is mama's pretty bunny?" I ask her, and she squeaks heartily in reply. She knows. She knows she's the pretty bunny.
Next, it's off to the bath, which we do as quickly as possible because of her dislike of being naked. I name all of her body parts as I wash them, which only seems to worry her, as she studies me with a furrowed brow and makes no attempt to return my smiles. We go up to her room and listen to more bad radio while she gets dressed for the day. When she's nice and groomed, I plop her in her bouncy seat on my desk and she falls asleep for her nap while I putz around.
It's very hard to be Quinn Lester.
Posted by Amy at 10:31 AM | Comments (3)