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December 29, 2005
Christmas Eve wrap-up (haha!)
Quinn went to a birthday party for one of her classmates at the bowling alley. She dressed appropriately for such an activity in a skirt and tights. But look how adorable she is!
This is what happens when Danny gives you a bath.
Really? You can breathe like that?
How does she discover these sleeping positions? Of course, she started early...I love this picture of her!
Christmas Eve morning started with a brunch at Andy's Uncle Gary and Aunt Shelly's house. Quinn was in hog heaven with all of her cousins around. She dined with Cooper, of course...
...who is one of the cutest people on the PLANET. Look at him! Love him! Kiss him!
Quinn looks forward to talking to Great-Grandma H., who is always interested in what she's been up to and talks to her like she's an adult. Love her!
This is a family of unphotogenic parents.
Cooper's new little sister Kellar is probably the most delicious baby in the entire universe. She is also brave in the face of incoming kisses!
Cooper in his Oscar the Grouch hat. Stop, it's too much! He's killin' me! But wait...
COLLAPSED ON THE PRESENTS!!! I SAID...COLLAPSED ON THE PRESENTS!!!
This picture soooo sums up Christmas Eve 2005.
Posted by Amy at 12:42 AM | Comments (1)
December 9, 2005
White Christmas
Quinn is in love with "White Christmas," the movie.
Watching "White Christmas" has been a tradition for me and Amy since the first time we lived together and put up a tree. As soon as the tree has been put up (with the Carpenters' Christmas Portrait playing in the background), we watch Bing & Rosemary & Danny & Vera.
This year, we introduced Quinn, and she was enthralled. We didn't watch the whole movie, of course, just the musical numbers. When we first put it on, and they're over in the war, Quinn says "This isn't scary, is it? I don't want to be scared." We skip to Bing singing "White Christmas" to the troops, and then to the Haynes Sisters singing "Sisters", and so on.
Now she sings lines from the songs around the house, and I've promised her that she can watch it again tonight before bed.
Posted by Andy at 7:14 PM | Comments (2)
December 8, 2005
Naughty fibber!
I poked my head into Quinn's bedroom about 1/2 hour after she went in for her nap. She absolutely will not poop in the potty yet, and she usually does the deed just before nap time while she's lounging around on her bed in her Pull-Up.
"Did you make a poop?" I asked her.
She looked up from the library book she was reading and said, "No, Mommy."
"Are you sure?" I asked, sniffing the room suspiciously.
"No," she said innocently.
I left the room, thought for a minute, then went back in.
"What are you doing?" she asked nervously as I advanced toward her, removing her covers.
"Quinn, I smell poop," I told her. I peeked in her Pull-Up. "Oh my gosh, you DID poop! Quinn, why did you tell me you didn't?"
"I just wanted to read my book," she told me in her small mouse voice. "I didn't want you to change me. I just wanted to finish readin'."
Insert awkward explanation of fibbing and why it's bad and blah blah blah WILL YOU JUST POOP ON THE POTTY ALREADY??? FOR LORD'S SAKE!!
Posted by Amy at 3:11 PM | Comments (4)
December 5, 2005
Ick?
On the way up the stairs to bed tonight, Quinn announced proudly, "I made my booger disappear!"
"Great," Andy told her, shuffling her along.
"How did you do that?" I couldn't help but ask.
Quinn stopped climbing, turned around, and said, "With my hand!!" And stretched it out for us to see.
"OK, then," I said, moving her along. "That's all I'd like to know about that."
"That's a denouement that can only lead to sorrow," Andy observed.
Spoken like a true English teacher's husband.
Oh, and that space heater? Going back to Target tomorrow. It tripped the smoke detector late last night, and we got home today to find that it had tripped it again...and it wasn't even on!
Then I did a little searching for recent newspaper articles about them and, well, let's just say Quinn may be receiving a down comforter and some footie pajamas for Christmas this year.
Sorry, Dad.
Posted by Amy at 11:00 PM | Comments (3)
December 4, 2005
Firey space heaters from Planet Guilt
OK, I'm the worst mom ever.
Quinn's room is always cold because it's above the garage. I added a blanket to her bed for the winter, but apparently it's not enough. When I went in to get her after her nap today, I asked her what she'd dreamed about.
"I dreamed I was a chinchilla because I was cold and chinchillas have a lot of warm fur!!"
Off we went to Target after dinner to get a space heater for her bedroom.
I am terrified that her room is going to go up in flames. I am so afraid of space heaters. My dad was adamant that they are burning infernos waiting to happen. But surely they must be safe today?
Oh my God. My dad is rolling over in his grave, but Quinn is warm.
When Andy and I were watching "Curb Your Enthusiasm" the other day I thought about my dad. The one with Jeff's missing dog? HILARIOUS. He loved that show. I wish he could have seen it.
Posted by Amy at 11:26 PM | Comments (1)