The Blue Eyed Maloto and Beep Beep the Clown

We took the baby to the Diner to meet Beep Beep the clown. (click image for his website) Tony and I had gotten to know Beep Beep already because he goes to the diner every Sunday and so did we. He'd make me doggie and flower balloons! We decided Quinn was old enough to go meet him. Right away Beep Beep came over to meet Quinn. I think Beep Beep was worried that Quinn was going to start crying. I suppose that is a real big concern for him. But Quinn just watched him with BIG eyes and curiosity. I was proud of him for not freaking out, but Quinn is really not that type of kid, I like that :)

Tony was doing impressions of what Quinn was thinking while watching him walk around the room... "There's something about that guy, I can't put my finger on it... hummmm.... He has daddies hair but it's pink.... He kinda makes me wanna laugh, but that would be just rude................It looks like his daddy dressed him......" That is funny because Tony dressed Quinn so badly once that when I got to the daycare to pick Quinn up they had redressed him!

Beep Beep gave us his card last year and told us to call for Quinn's first birthday party. I remember giggling because that just sounded so far off and silly so I put the card on our fridge and just left it there, well the time has come, his first birthday! I don't think we'll have Beep Beep over for the first birthday. I'd rather it be a family affair. Just the people Quinn actually knows and loves, I kinda wish I could have Quinn's nursery teacher Donna there and some of the kids too, but that would be just silly, Or would it?

Anyway maybe we'll have Beep Beep over for the second birthday. All though Tony is trying to make plans to take Quinn to Disney World on his second birthday. I don't know if I want to do that though, I mean aren't the little kid birthday parties supposed to be at home with all their friends and family, waking up and helping mommy and daddy put balloons on the mailbox, licking the cake mix off the mixer while mom is preparing the cake, blowing out candles, sticking their fingers in the icing, watching the shiny presents stack up on the designated gift table and drooling with anticipation! Then opening up all those toys and running out side to test them out! I just feel like taking him to Disney World should be a separate experience. He'd loose something of the "Birthday Experience" Plus we should be able to top each birthday gift every year, how do we top a trip to Disney World?

I guess what I mean to say is that Disney is strong enough to be it's own memory and experience. It doesn't have to be rolled into his birthday too. I am sooo excited to have his birthday party at the house with all his baby friends!

Oh yeah... The blue eyed maloto,

Tony jokes that if Quinn's eyes don't change he's getting the test.

Some church goers sat next to us and they had a young teenager with them that looked like he had some African American in him but mostly Caucasian like Quinn. All though he had dark thicker hair he had beautiful blue eyes! It gave me hope that Quinn's eyes will stay blue. All though the likely hood of any mixed child to have blue eyes is rare. I find Quinn to be rare and beautiful himself so it would suit him quite well.

Doesn't the header sound like we went to the circus rather then the Diner!

To Rock or not to Rock

Ya know, I got to thinking. ( I do that once in a while )

Why am I trying so hard to make him go to sleep on his own.

I hear from everyone that I have to do this...

I'm not a stay at home mother. I loose him for ten hours a day. I don't breast feed, so I loose that bonding experience also. All I have is that sweet moment of rocking with him and singing lullabies while he looks into my eyes and drifts off. I'm not ready to give that up. I have to little time with him. If that is considered the wrong thing to do, well screw it! He needs that time, love and support from mommy and daddy because he only sees us about two hours a night. And I need it too.

They tell you not too make them grow up to fast, enjoy them now. That's the advice I'll follow.

A grandmother weekend

Quinn had a big helping of grandmom's this weekend!

His first helping on Saturday with my mother and his Aunt Chrissy at the mall. I swear he's going to associate my mother with malls his whole life! He'll hear her voice and get the urge to go to the mall and have no idea why.

He had a nice bonding experience with aunt Chrissy, he didn't see her that often because she was busy with collage, but now there buds!

Sunday we took a ride to philly and hung with grandmama formally known as "nana". He had a good time, we don't see them as often, so it was a new experience for him. He got to hang with his great grandmother too.

sInUs iNfeCtIoN

Another sinus infection!

He got a cold last week and it's turned into a sinus infection. Back to the Antibiotics. At least he thinks the bubble gum goo is desert :)

I actually took him to the doctor because I thought he had another ear infection. But the doctor says he may be teething with his back teeth which can hurt the ears.

Damien

Tony and I have given birth to a demon child!

Scream, Scream, SCREAM. All day all night!

We're trying to stop him from being rocked to sleep but it's sooo hard!

Because Quinn has been sick sooooooo many times we've been forced to help him sleep and to "tend" to him more. He's had 8 colds, 1 stomach Virus, an ear infection, and a sinus infection, not to mention all the stomach issues when he was REALLY little. So rocking and comforting has been a way of life for him, the only way he understands. I'm not making excuses for him but I am saying it's more difficult with him. It's going to take longer, it's going to be HARD.

He just sits and screams, we go to him after a few minutes, comfort him, then leave, we go back to him again when he screams it out for longer, comfort him and leave... on and on we do this. Sometimes we just let him cry for what seems like HOURS.

He's winning! My mother says don't let him win! but DAMN IT I have to be up at 4am! By the time 2am comes and he's still screaming his fool head off, forcing his eyes open and swaying like a drunk man, I'm at my wits end...... Quinn gets to go to daycare and go right back to bed! I have to work! How am I going to survive this?

Tony is better at letting him scream it out, probably because he can sleep through it. I hear a cricket ten miles away and I'm up!

And it doesn't help that we have FIVE different people on any given day that put him to bed. Tony, Myself, Daycare Donna, Daycare Donna 2, and pat. So Tony and I STRUGGLE to get him to bed with out rocking him then he goes to school and they rock him to sleep! And I can't blame them. They have six to eight other babies to tend to so they can't have him screaming his head off for HOURS!

I'm sure it will get better but for now I fear baldness!

iTs feVer tIme

Quinn had a fever of 102 ALL weekend. I was so panicked... His fever was due to a head cold (yes another one!) but he never had a fever with any of his previous seven colds. I thought we were pros at dealing with a cold but this one was different.

We got instructions from the hospital that he could go on children's COLD Tylenol. Every four hours. So we kept him medicated through out the night Saturday. When he got up Sunday morning he was so dazed and he was shaking. I called the hospital again, this time I had the morning shift nurse, she said "NO don't give him Tylenol Cold and if you HAVE to don't give it to him every 4 hours"

WHAT THE FUCK how can one nurse tell you one thing and another tell you something different. I ask her, "Did we almost poison our baby". She said "no, it's just not recommended and it's too much for his system, but it was only three doses, so he'll be fine"

I ask her how such a difference of opinion could be possible in the same hospital. She says I think the nurse thought you were asking about 'regular tylenol' which is OK.

So I put Quinn in jeopardy because the nurse was not paying attention to what I was ACTUALLY asking her?

My instincts told me that much cold medicine didn't seem right, I should have listened. Never again...

Quinn is fine now and his fever broke. Although now he's having issues with his throat. I'm wondering if it's strep. We'll see the doctor tomorrow.

I can't even explain the sinking, pit of my stomach nausea I feel at the idea of medicating him wrong. If those nurses thought I was a pain this weekend. Wait until I start asking them to put their medical advice in writing! That will make them LISTEN to what they are being asked!

CoMMon SenSe?

The things I've noticed...

I moved the Stereo that plays his "silly songs" it's now hidden. When I turned on the songs rather then dance he searched the house for the stereo...

When he sneezes, he waits for me to say "god bless you" then smiles when I do...

Understands that "his" remote control is not the "tv" remote control. (same remote, just no batteries)

When I turn off the Mobile in his crib, he crawl/runs to the switch to turn it back on.

He lowers himself to look under the couch for more toys

He understands the workings of the door and likes to open and close then himself.


With all of these "common sence" accomplishments, he still can't figure that he needs to remove the pacifier from his mouth in order to put a star in his mouth. One day I caught him with a pacifier in his mouth, another pacifier in his left hand and a star (cheerio) in his right. He was completely confused. He had a look on his face like he was caught in some parallel universe.

Walking?

I thought I'd have some time in the crawling phase. At least longer then two weeks.

He's not walking yet, but he wants to try EVERY minute. I try to encourage him but quite honestly it's hard following him around waiting for him to loose his balance and catch him.

He still needs to hold something and it's more like stumbling around then "walking".

The learning process is cool to watch. He WANTS to step forward but his foot has other plans, it steps to the right or backwards. This frustrates him so he sits down, drools on a teether (or my knee) for about five seconds then tries again.

He's proud of himself when he does it. He'll take a step, look at me and smile when I clap.

It never stops amazing me, the little things I take for granted.