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February 25, 2002
new tricks
Quinn has a few new tricks to add to her act:
First, she's found out that she can make sounds that are not dainty coos. She now belts out loud, one-tone honks when she's happy. Over. And over. And over. It was funny at first, and I called everyone to listen to her, but now, a few days later, when we hear her start up we brace ourselves for five or ten minutes of bleating from the bunny.
Secondly, she is fearful of strangers who are loud. I took her to visit her Uncle Dennis at work and swarms of women materialized once they smelled a baby in the office (of course!). The attention freaked her out and she started crying.
And the other day, while I was feeding her, the doorbell rang (which makes Baxter go crazy--barking and leaping at the window next to the door and generally carrying on as if Old Scratch himself has arrived to take us away) and I ran to get it. It was Danny and Maureen, and between Danny's dramatic hello and my excited babbling to see some (semi) adults, it was too much for Quinn and she let out this high-pitched cry that I'd never heard before. She was only consoled by sucking on her bottle from the safety of my lap, keeping one fish eye on Danny.
She eventually warmed up, though, and allowed me to take some pictures:
Posted by Amy at 10:54 AM | Comments (5)
February 21, 2002
What's a dad to do?
Sometimes it's tough being the dad.
Sometimes the dad comes home from work, and the mom hands the baby to him.
And sometimes the dad's gotta take a leak, but still has a baby in his arms.
What's a dad to do?
Ya gotta go, ya gotta go.
Posted by Andy at 9:04 AM | Comments (3)
February 19, 2002
sleepy bunny
In addition to yesterday being the anniversary of finding out I was pregnant, it was also Quinn's 4 month birthday, which meant a trip to the doctor for a checkup and shots.
Everything went very well at her checkup--she weighs 16 pounds and is very healthy. (yay!) When it came time for the shots, I hustled myself out of the room, leaving Andy to be the bad guy. He brought her out to the waiting room a few minutes later. She was wearing nothing but her t-shirt and diaper, and she was sobbing with little tears coming down her cheeks and her eyes were red. It was all very sad and traumatic.
She slept today from 8:00 a.m. (right after her bath and morning bottle) to 11:00. Then from 12:00 to 1:00. Then from 2:00 to 5:00. Then from 6:00 to 7:00. Then she went to bed for the night at 8:30.
Is this from the shots? Or is she becoming narcoleptic?
Posted by Amy at 10:33 AM | Comments (3)
February 18, 2002
1 year
One year ago today our lives changed forever.
It was a Sunday morning and my period was late, but I didn't think anything of it because I had all the usual pre-period symptoms. But I'd been throwing up for the past few days, and just didn't feel right.
So I took a test when I woke up.
We had plenty on hand. We were trying.
And before I even finished washing my hands, there were 2 lines lookin' up at me from the stick.
I ran out of the bathroom with it gasping, "Two lines! Two lines! Where are the directions? Where are the directions?" I had taken pregnancy tests before; I knew what two lines meant. I think I was temporarily a little loony.
I couldn't read the directions from the pregnancy test kit because they were fluttering in my hands too much, so I shoved them over to Andy, who glanced at the stick and said, "We did it!"
Then, in a very surreal gesture, he high-fived me.
One year ago today, this was.
Posted by Amy at 9:26 AM | Comments (1)
games to play with the sleep-deprived
This morning's game is: Does Quinn Want to Continue Sleeping?
She's in her crib for her morning napper and she keeps letting out these annoyed crys. I go in there, thinking she's ready to get up, but she has her eyes closed. So I put the pacifier in her mouth (while she holds out one hand towards me, like a blind man or something) and when she latches on to it, she SssssssSSsslurps on it and goes back to sleep.
And we do it again.
And again.
Is she going to get up? Does she want to sleep? I'm really getting kind of annoyed with this game.
Posted by Amy at 9:10 AM | Comments (1)
Pups and burritos
Y'wanna know what makes me happy? Playin' on the floor with both my baby girl, and my pupper.
It's so funny to watch the two of them interact, as much as they do. Quinn enjoys looking at Baxter, and she clearly thinks he kinda looks funny. It's like she knows he's a friend, but he's not like any of her other people that she deals with.
Baxter is not at all jealous of her, and he knows that he's been bumped down the priority ladder by Quinn. He doesn't really enjoy her because she doesn't pet him, and that's what he really wants. So he'll sniff her and give her little licks, but after a few seconds he becomes bored and comes over to me or Amy to get some REAL attention.
The other day, while Mommy was out seeing "Crossroads", Quinn and I had lunch together. We went to my beloved Tacos El Norte, up on Route 120 next to the Walgreen's.
I got her a steak burrito with a side of rice and a large diet Coke, but she said that she knows to never eat anything bigger than your head.
So I graciously consumed it for her.
Posted by Andy at 9:07 AM | Comments (3)
February 15, 2002
I'd like to go to Florida now, please.
Sorry we were MIA--all's well in the world of the muffin. She has become a little more high-maintenance lately, refusing to entertain herself while her mother sits slack-jawed in front of the computer. We move from room to room sitting at different stations: the exersaucer, the lay-on-your-back-and-bat-at-the-toys thing, the bouncy chair that I oh-so-unsafely put on the bed so she can watch me put clothes away, or the booster seat in the kitchen where she watches me stuff food in my face, trying to ingest a complete meal before she gets restless.
I'm still adjusting to the idea that my time is no longer my own; she controls what we do during the day and when we do it. She's worth it.
Posted by Amy at 8:04 AM | Comments (1)
Pretty pink bunny!
Quinn would like to thank her Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jerry, as well as her Uncle Dennis, for her new outfit! She looks sad because she was just told that she'd have to nap before watching the conclusion of the 8:00 a.m. TNT showing of "ER". 
Posted by Amy at 7:53 AM
February 7, 2002
back from the dead
I updated over at my journal, just so's you know.
And THANKS to everyone who sent e-mails or posted here to let me know about picture problems. I think I finally have a handle on things now.
Farewell.
Posted by Amy at 11:23 AM | Comments (1)