Although he looks a little sad here, I am quite sure that he is enjoying the wood chips through his chest.....
I'm sure his next adventure is going to include a washing machine and some major down time...
We spent all of Tuesday in the company of my sister and her 4 beautiful girls. We visited the Splash Park, made cookies, shot rabbits with toilet plungers, scored some extra lives for Luigi, ate way too much lasagna, and then enjoyed a cocoa bean cupcake, and finished off the night playing in Smith Park-- all while Quinn was suffering from one monster cold (BUT she enoyed herself immensely). Who wouldn't enjoy themselves immensely when surrounded by 4 of their biggest fans??
As Tyson and I were getting Quinn ready for bed that night, he shared this Emmaism with me: "Quinn is the cutest baby ever........AND, I like fat babies too."I look to my right and see Quinn holding something brown. My brain worked very slowly-- "Hey that's brown- she doesn't have any toys that color. Is that a piece of the bathtub or the wall or something? Dang, is our bathtub falling apart? Wait, no, she just squished it. OH. MY. GOSH. THAT. IS. POO.
And then everything started moving in fast forward. I pulled Quinn out of the tub, quickly noticing the other pieces (that she, thankfully, hadn't been playing with), wrapped her in a towel and set her on the floor- with strict instructions not to move (ha ha). Then I ran for the bleach and after draining the tub and washing down all the 'particles' I refilled the tub with HOT water and dumped in some bleach. Then I took Quinn into the kitchen and filled up the sink with some warm water. Then I proceeded to bathe her while she clung to my shirt- she did NOT appreciate the spur-of-the-moment sink bath. To make matters worse- the hot water that I had used to disinfect the tub, had completely drained our hot water tank. SO, I had to rinse Quinn off using water that was slightly warmer than glacier runoff. By this time, she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and I was..... well, wishing the whole fiasco was over with (to put it mildly).
There is a happy ending to this story, though. We dressed her in the warmth of her bedroom (where the heater still had things nice and toasty from the previous night), and she eventually stopped shivering in the comfort of momma's arms, AND (blessing of all blessings) I don't have to worry about changing a poopy diaper for the rest of the day. :)
Ahhh, motherhood- when is my day off?
Afterwards, we came back to the house and celebrated my mom's birthday- complete with the traditional ginormous candle-in-the-cake....
Growing up, we periodically found ourselves without birthday candles on at least a few of the 12 birthdays that needed to be celebrated, so we usually improvised with one gigantic candle from our thanksgiving set! Hey- when you come from a big family, you do what ya can. :) And this is Grace and Quinn- we're looking forward to a lot of good babysitting hours from this girl....
... paybacks are wonderful! And this is my sweet babe in her favorite 'corner' of the living room. It is complete with her books, 2 large stuffed bears, and 1 large stuffed monkey. We call it Quinn's little piece of heaven:
The water bombs she's holding were actually stolen from Grandma Allen's house- she always seems to snag one or two toys when we go there.... And this is my bestie- Tiffanie and her boys-- Jordan and Tristan. For her birthday, we made the most delicious cake ever (containing 1 devils food cake mix, chocolate mousse, chocolate ganache, and oodles of heath bits).
I know all you moms will understand when I say, I hate that my bestie has a job now! But I am adjusting, and will hopefully get over it. Maybe I need to make some new friends (says the most shy, introverted person I know)... :)
With Quinn having, basically, free reign while I cleaned (I hate coming home to a dirty house) and PACKED again, and again, and again, and again. Every Friday. Every single one. But our last weekend spent away from Rexburg was great- roofing, treeing, biking, and best of all-- playing with the kiddos. Addie and Quinn had so much fun together-- swapping everything from toys, to food, to drool (fact of life: if someone else's kid has played with the toy, then yes, they have swapped spit). Ah, here's a toy swap now...
... and yes, I'm pretty sure that's a rock Addie's chewing on : ) But, our weekend was fun and we are so happy to be HOME for the next little while, without crazy hectic weekends. Doesn't Quinn look happy to be home?
P.S. that is not an orange slice-- it's her binky. Short of throwing it, this is the only use she has for it anymore. And this is my teething little monster having the time of her life. She has given up on cell phones and has opted, instead, for blankets. She LOVES peek-a-boo and her only complaint is after she pulls the blanket off her head, she usually can't get it back on-- that's where I come in :)
