Memorial Day Weekend

The family and I have some very big plans this weekend, like other weekends, it probably won't take much to get us off track and distracted. That is pretty much what life entails these days...last weekend we had big plans of bringing Quinn to the pool for his first swim, we got his swimmers ready, and sunscreen slathered on, all of the bags, snacks, extra diapers packed and loaded up the stroller with all of our goods, started walking down the street to the pool, and then......dun, dun, dunnnnnn.....a huge rain cloud rolls in and starts spewing lightning and thunder, we continue on our way because sometimes in SC the weather is crazy and we were thinking that this could pass, and it did...so I got Quinn all ready and we start to walk into the water, and it was freezing, and then another rain cloud rolled in doing the same as the first, and I decided that it just wasn't meant to be, plus, there wasn't anyway that I was getting past my shins in that freezing water! Which is really too bad because we just bought a new digital camera from Olympus and it is an underwater camera. We were really looking forward to catching Quinn's little feet kicking around. Maybe this weekend, but probably not, cause I think there is a chance it could storm, and it will wait for us to have everything packed and be halfway down there before it hits us.

Back to the plans for the weekend, we are going to try to go to the Riverbanks Zoo, and possibly do a grill-out with Jen, Ty, and Gracie. I am also going to try to run the almost 4 mile loop by my house. I may have to walk some of it, and that is okay, but I am going to do it anyway. I have been running a little over a mile everyother morning. I kind of like it, it gives me a little alone time, and since it is 5:00 AM when I do it, there is not very many people in our neighborhood up, so they don't have to see me huffing and puffing my way past their house. I don't even want to know what I look like when I run, especially since I know what I look like when I get back from my run, and it isn't pretty. I get red in the face very easily, and it generally takes a good 30 minutes to get back to normal. Thankfully I am not really trying to get skinny, just fit. I would be okay with myself if my tummy didn't look like a donut.

Fly By Time

We go through each day like we are trying to reach the end, only to realize that the end means the beginning is just around the corner again. The only time that this is not a factor is on Saturdays and Sundays for which I cherish every moment of being able to do what ever I want. Right now, that is to spend as much time as possible with the people I love. Quinn is changing everyday, growing up too fast. He went from being a little pumpkin that didn't do much besides pooping, peeing, eating, and sleeping - to now getting into everything that he is not supposed to. I am not going to tell you that he is going to be walking soon, what I will tell you is that he is pulling himself up and has started letting go. He can stand by himself for about 10 seconds and then he gets nervous and sits....or he starts dancing and ends up making himself sit.

He has very strong opinions now, and you can very easily hurt his feelings or scare him. For instance, normally Quinn has no issues with the vacuum, to the point that he loves to follow me around and try to play with it...so we didn't really think much of the hand held cone crumb vacuum, and turned it on and pretended to suck his belly with it. Let me tell you, the look of fear on that baby's face made me want to grab him up and shield him from anything that could possibly hurt him. He has also started something that I am not very fond of, in fact I don't like it at all, he bites. He has four teeth now and he knows how to use them, and frequently tries to show you. The other day I was holding him when he bit me in the sholder, I pointed to him and in a firm voice told him "no!" well the tears started streaming, the lip started quivering, he was sobbing...well it almost made me give in....almost.

I worry about Quinn most of the day, which is a mothers job, but that kid has the grace & balance of his mother...and that isn't saying much. Sometimes I feel like wrapping him in bubble wrap and putting pillows on everything, but I know that is a little much. The other day he was pulling himself up on the coffee table, and lost his balance and did this to his eye:

Basically he gave himself a black eye. His poor little noggin.

You know what else I don't understand? How the heck do babies fall alseep with their butts in the air, I mean it can't be comfortable, could it? I choose not to try this right now for fear of someone else seeing me. Seriously though.... it is super cute. To Quinn's defense, I had already woken him up from a perfectly comfortable position and forced him to get dressed into non-pajama clothing. He slept through the entire process, which is not easy I am sure. I did find him last night in his crib in a very similar position though, and had to roll him because I just couldn't believe that it was comfy for him.

We went to the beach for Easter and decided that it would be a great idea to get pictures of him playing in the sand. What we didn't take into account was the fact that he was going to eat the sand, and lots of it in fact. He tried to sneak a shell too, but I was too quick for him. This is my favorite picture of the trip:

I just love how great they look together, I just know they are going to be best buds. Herb is by far the best person that I know, and I am greatful to him everyday for his unconditional love and patience. He is the love of my life.