It’s days like yesterday that make us appreciate Quinn’s normal temperament. He was fussy allllllll day. He woke up at 3am on Saturday to eat, which isn’t normal anymore. We went back to sleep around 4:30 but he was up again at 7am. That’s his normal wake up time (6:30-7:30) and he usually naps a couple of hours later. I was exhausted but I figured he wouldn’t be up long and I could nap with him. He didn’t nap again until 3:30pm yesterday 😳. I did though, so that was good 😂. I laid down when Philip got up with him and then slept until 1pm. I hate sleeping that late. It gives me major FOMO. Of what, I don’t know. Especially given the current circumstances. Anyway, I put Quinn down for a nap before leaving for my weekly Walmart trip. Philip said he slept for about 45 minutes and woke up right before I got home. I put him back down and he slept for about 30 more minutes. He has 4 new teeth coming in on top so I’m not sure if that’s what was bothering him (he didn’t really act like his mouth hurt though), or if maybe his stomach was upset from all the new food he’s been eating. He was just a complete fuss bucket all day. He passed right out at bedtime, thankfully and unsurprisingly because he had to be super tired. He woke up today his normal, happy self. So, like I said, after a day of pure fussiness, you certainly appreciate how good you have it most of the time 🙂. The only fits we had today were about bedtime, which I hope isn’t becoming a thing. He took a late nap so, apparently, he wasn’t ready for bed when I tried to rock him and give him milk. He arched his back and fought to get up from the reclined position I had him in. He has learned to associate his room, and specifically the rocking chair, with sleeping and when he doesn’t want to, he starts tantruming before you even sit down, like he’s pissed that you even suggested it 😂.
A pic from his crib cam. Is it any wonder he doesn’t make it all night without waking up? 🤦🏻♀️
I took this one night after I finished pumping. Quinn fought me at bedtime again and I had to pump so he fell asleep on his boppy pillow. Sansa joins us almost every night because she likes the music his Scout plays (thanks, Michelle!). As soon as the music stops she leaves 😂
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He has eaten guacamole, onions, and steak recently. Here he’s eating pizza. He lovesssss pizza 🙂.
Eating pizza again. Dad definitely makes pizza wayyy too often 🤦🏻♀️
No matter how mad he is though, he can’t NOT clap his hands when you sing “If You’re Happy And You Know It” 😂. It’s like he’s been hypnotized and that’s his trigger. He’s been able to clap his hands for awhile but now he likes to do it all the time. Tonight, for example, I had to pump at a time that he would’ve normally been asleep but because he fought about it, he was still up. I tried laying him on his boppy pillow to give him his milk and he would push the bottle out of his mouth, laugh, and then clap, like he did something good 🤦🏻♀️😩. He is definitely developing his own little personality. I swear he shook his head “yes” intentionally tonight. After about the 15th attempt at getting him to lay down and drink his milk, he finally seemed wore down so I asked if he was ready for his milk. He shook his head yes and laid down, drank his milk, and fell asleep. It could’ve been coincidental so I’ll need more instances to be sure but it seemed that way. I also think he’s learning to say “no.” 🤦🏻♀️ That is not the third word I wanted him to say 😉. It sounds more like “nuh nuh nuh” but comes at appropriate times for “no.”
He likes to play hide and seek. I have the cutest video of him looking for me. He and Philip play all the time. That, and “I’m gonna get you” and Quinn crawls away so quickly in his downward dog crawl, it’s hilarious. He likes to carry stuff while he’s crawling now. Sometimes in his mouth and sometimes in one hand. He also likes to clean with a rag. That’s a great way to keep him occupied for a few minutes 😂.
That’s his broccoli toy that’s doubling as a bink as he crawled 😂.
Cleaning the bookcase with a sock he found 😂.
He had 3 “firsts” these past two weeks, 2 involving the tub and neither one fun for Mama 🙄. He started riding in his convertible car seat. Technically it’s not the first time he’s been in it as that’s what was installed when we brought him home from the hospital. However, we quickly switched to an infant carrier and used that until the quarantine happened. Now that’s he’s mobile I figured the infant carrier probably wasn’t gonna fly as a restraint anymore when we go somewhere so we swapped them out again. I’m still not taking him out in public much but I’m back at the office 2 days a week so he has to go back to Linda’s and Lori’s. Anyway, his other “firsts” included a poop in the bathtub 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️, and an unexpected shower. I’m sure this won’t be his only poop in the tub but I can hope. It was gross 😂. Good thing Dad cleaned it up 😉. His shower happened because he ripped the curtain open while I was rinsing my hair and got soaked 🤦🏻♀️. He was shivering by the time I saw him so I had to bring him in with me to warm him up. He loves water so I’m hoping we don’t have a repeat event 🙄.
Speaking of my hair, I got a quarantine haircut 💇🏻♀️. I know salons are open but I would still rather not be super close to ppl (or make small talk...ever 😬) so Lori cut my hair for me. It was unbelievably long. Their cat Wicket enjoyed laying in the pile when she finished 😂. It feels so much better and cooler. Much needed for the summer. Quinn can still pull it, unfortunately. He likes to grab the back your hair like a handle anytime you’re holding him.
😂😂😂 🐈
Quinn had his 9 month well visit last week, even though he’s almost 11 months (on Wednesday!). I canceled it in April because I didn’t want to take him in the hospital, which is where his doctor’s office is. He gained 3 pounds and 2 inches since his 6 month appointment. He’s a short little thing but I wouldn’t expect any different considering Philip and I aren’t tall 🤷🏻♀️. I wore a mask to his appointment and that’s the first time he’s been out with me in public so he was enthralled with it. He kept pulling it off my face. Dr. Gary was talking at one point and Quinn ripped my mask off and I said “Hey!” and the doctor said, “Oh I’m sorry, go ahead,” as if I was yelling at him 😂. I told him no, I was talking to Quinn 😂😂😂. Speaking of yelling, we didn’t have to wait long to see the doctor but you know babies and their impatience (😝😉), and Quinn was tired of it so he started yelling. I admire that about babies, that they can just yell when they’re tired of something and it’s socially acceptable. That, and their ability to just drop things they’re tired of holding 🤷🏻♀️. That’s another “fun” game he’s started playing regularly. “Fun” for the dropper, not the retriever but it teaches an important skill: cause and effect. He gets the biggest reaction from me when he helps undress himself at bath time by removing his shirt or onesie but then throws it in the tub while the water is running 🤦🏻♀️🙄. There are worse things in life than a wet shirt though so he’s easily forgiven 😉.
I guess I was destined to be a boy mom because messes don’t bother me much. I let him paint with cornstarch, water, and food coloring the other day and that turned out to be a huge mess 😂. Now that I think about it, he got another first out of that: a bath in the kitchen sink. 3/10 would not recommend but he had a great time doing it. The color wasn’t very vibrant on the canvas though and I sat it outside to dry and forgot to bring it in when it rained so he had a fresh canvas to try again 😬. I let him use real paint and put it in a ziploc bag the second time. That attempt was mess free. Maybe not as fun though 😉.
Attempt #1
Attempt #2
I’ve been a painting fool, working on his garden shed. I planned to post a pic tonight but I’ve decided I’m not done so I won’t 😂. I’m keeping you all in suspense, I know 😉. Next time, I promise.
Poor Sansa has taken so much abuse lately at the hands of her baby brother. He thinks she’s a step and climbs on her constantly. She’s such a trooper and tolerates it more than I would expect. Sometimes she’s had enough and will get up and dump him. He gets upset but we talk about the important life lesson of respecting other people’s bodies. It’s never too early to have that conversation 😉.
His favorite face: the snoot.
Sophie doesn’t like Quinn’s explorative nature and pretty much steers clear of him. That makes life easier for me so I’m not having to constantly try to keep him away from her. However, any time he’s eating you better believe Soph is around. I can’t really blame her because he has started to feed her so they’ve both learned something about each other recently 🙄.
🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️. Yes, she’s eating off of his fork 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️.
They have another thing in common: they both love the dishwasher. 🙄 For the record, those are dirty. I don’t let her lick the clean ones 😉. She knows the difference, too. She smells them and walks away when they’re clean 😂. What a disappointment that must be. Quinn likes to take out silverware as I put it in 🤦🏻♀️
With these three, there’s never a dull moment. We couldn’t ask for better kids ❤️.
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