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June 27, 2002
Grandpa
Andy's grandpa died today. I am so very, very sad. He was a wonderful man.
Here he is four years ago today, at our wedding. I love this picture...
Goodbye, Grandpa Guthrie. We love you.
Posted by Amy at 12:27 PM | Comments (4)
stressed
*These entries may disappear when I recover*
1. Andy is out of town until late, late tomorrow night. I've been Quinn's sole caretaker for four days now. How do single mothers do it?
2. She was crabby and tired all through Target, she passed out in the car, and now that she's in her crib, she WILL NOT GO TO SLEEP.
3. The house is still a mess from my unpacking project.
4. My mom has a "shadow" on her lung. Results tomorrow.
5. I dropped a tomato from my sandwich on the floor next to my desk, and Baxter will NOT STOP running over to the spot to lick and lick and lick every time I get up. LICK LICK LICK. LICK LICK LICK.
I love Quinn more than anything, but it's been a long-ass 4 days and I'm ready for some help from her dadder.
Posted by Amy at 6:22 AM | Comments (3)
June 22, 2002
Pool bunny
Quinn and her new friend Peter had a good time christening her wading pool today. Peter is the son of Eriq and Violet, friends of ours who recently moved back here from L.A. As you can see, Peter and Quinn are both a little orally fixated these days.
Baxter spent the afternoon drinking from the pool, so much so that I began to fear they'd not have enough water to splash in.
"Maybe he's diabetic," Violet offered.
Quinn was annoyed every time she fell over; whether it was at herself for falling or at us for not grabbing her quickly enough, we're not sure.
And Baxter continued to drink.
Tomorrow, after Maureen's graduation party, Quinn and I are going to Michigan to stay at a cabin on Lake Michigan with my friend {{popup a&vayo-126.jpg a&vayo-126 149x300}}Amy's family. Andy is going to a Perl conference. We'll all be back by Friday.
Don't plan on pillaging our house, though; Maureen is staying there with Baxter the FIERCE PUP!
[Andy notes: I'll be going to YAPC::NA, and giving a Lightning Talk.]
Posted by Amy at 10:16 AM | Comments (2)
June 20, 2002
alone--spooky!
Maureen is watching Quinn for me while I do some work, and I suggested she take Quinn over to her house for a visit. So I helped her load Quinn in our car, along with her diaper bag and bag o' toys, and off they went, Maureen and Quinn, down the road and out of sight. I felt a little teary as I watched Quinn looking at me out the window, a little confused about why I was still standing in the driveway while she was being squired away.
I don't think I've been alone in the house since she was born. It's a little spooky.
Posted by Amy at 12:48 PM | Comments (3)
June 18, 2002
passed out
Perhaps someone could explain that sleeping position to me?
Posted by Amy at 2:55 AM | Comments (12)
June 16, 2002
Dental exams and Al Pacino's mom
Daddy Lester here: Quinn's been examining my teeth a lot lately. I'm not sure what she hopes to find, but she seems intent on removing them.
I'll sit with her on my lap or my tummy, and she'll put her hands all over my face, and try to pull off my glasses. Then, if I have my mouth open at all, she'll reach a hand inside and grab my lower teeth and start pulling. Pulling HARD, as if my lower jaw is just going to pop loose for her to play with. Sometimes she gets kind of upset that they don't move. Maybe she has a career in dentistry ahead of her.
Today's my first Father's Day, and I never imagined I would ever have one, much less enjoy it and be proud of all that I've done.
I was reading the latest Esquire's article on Al Pacino, and I ran across this:
My mother died before I made it. You know, here's what I really remember about my mother. We're on the top floor of our tenement. It's freezing out. I have to go to school the next day. I'm maybe ten years old. Down in the alleyway, my friends are calling up to me. They want me to go traveling around with them at night and have some real fun. My mother wouldn't let me. I remember being so angry with her. "Why can't I go out like everyone else?" On and on I screamed at her. She endured my wrath. And she saved my life. Because those guys down in the alley — none of them are around right now. I don't think about it that much. But it touches me now as I'm talking about it. She didn't want me out in the streets late at night. I had to do my homework. And I'm sitting here right now because of it. It's so simple, isn't it? But we forget, we just forget.
Such a heavy responsibility Amy and I have with Quinn, and one I hope we live up to...
Posted by Andy at 8:41 AM | Comments (1)
June 13, 2002
Hacking bunny
Quinn is sick, I think.
She's been coughing for the last few days. At first I thought it was just another noise to add to her stable of sounds, but it eventually dawned on me that she's coughing for a reason, not just to hear me say, "Ohhhh! Bad cough! Poor bunny!!!"
Then I realized that she's been sneezy.
And she hasn't been using her pacifier during naps, which is odd.
And this afternoon, she had a runny nose, and it finally dawned on me that she must have a cold.
POOR BUNNY!
We're going to lay low tomorrow and get her all fixed up. I don't like her to be sick!
(I hope she didn't infect you at lunch, Funder! If you feel signs of illness coming on, please check for a lion in the living room or have some lemonade.)
Posted by Amy at 10:18 AM | Comments (1)
June 9, 2002
Picture free!
Quinn got her first boo-boo today. She grabbed at my diet coke can (she is obsessed with diet coke cans...obsessed, I tell you!) and managed to get her hand in the opening and pull...and she sliced her little bunny finger open! LITTLE BUNNY BLOOD CAME OUT! It was all very tragic, and there were tears and recriminations. (Is that a word?) She got to wear her first band-aid, which we later found on my mom's living room floor.
She also learned a few tricks. She will now wave hello and goodbye. "Waving" means extending an arm (or both) and either holding it out, palm up, as if she is a priest conducting mass, or waving at herself with only her fingers. She waved goodbye to my dad the other day by simply holding her arm out, parallel to the ground. I wouldn't think this was a wave, but she did it every time I said, "Bye bye Grandpa!"
She can also do "SO BIG!" which I hope is a trick that won't lead to weight issues later in life.
"How big is Quinn?" we'll ask, and if we're lucky, she'll hold her arms (or arm, depending on her mood) out in front of her, or perhaps out to the side. Not ever up in the air, really, until we yell, "SO BIG!!!!" and then she'll raise them VERY DRAMATICALLY.
When she started doing "SO BIG!" I began to seriously wonder if the day was upon me that I'd eat her up, she's so damn cute.
Aunt Peggy and Uncle Dennis...too bad you didn't stick around to see Quinn today. She was very adorable and did all of her tricks. (Comments about my napping will be deleted.)
Posted by Amy at 11:34 AM | Comments (3)
June 6, 2002
am
Here's Quinn, immediately after getting up this morning:
She has standy-up Alfalfa hair.
I love her!
Posted by Amy at 6:04 AM | Comments (6)
June 4, 2002
Chuck's
Today, Quinn and I went to Chuck E. Cheese's with the Conway family, including Ericka and Keegan, and Katie and Lilly. I thought it would be a good time to take some pictures of the three girls, but they did not share my agenda.
Keegan, in the yellow, seems to be wondering exactly who the hell Quinn is, and Lilly seems a little concerned that she's being dropped in the middle of this scene.
Ericka tried to adjust Keegan while Lilly hovered mysteriously in the air.
Keegan escaped over to the side of the table where she snacked on the red pepper flakes until she was discovered. Meanwhile, Lilly looks to the family table for assistance.
OK, Keegan's back, let's get this picture. Oops, Quinn has spotted her shoe and must nibble on it like the goat that she is.
Keegan consults with Ericka while Quinn poses happily, oblivious to Lilly's sorrow.
Finally, my favorite picture shows Quinn muscling Lilly off the table while Keegan makes plans to recapture the red pepper flakes.
Posted by Amy at 11:08 AM | Comments (2)