Dear Quinn,
You were still half asleep as I fed you this morning. The room was dark and quiet, when suddenly the alarm clock started blaring. You pulled away and looked at me with wide eyes as if to say, "What is
that?" (Alarm clocks are rarely needed around here anymore.) I stroked your little head and told you it was ok - and right away, you giggled.
Who are you, Quinn? How can you smile so soon after being jolted out of a sound sleep? How can you trust me so completely to laugh as soon as I dismiss a scary noise? You are so awesome.
Technical difficulties have kept me from updating your blog this past week, but there are a few new things worth mentioning in the world of Quinn.
We are all adjusting to you sleeping in your crib:
You started making this funny face where you suck on your bottom lip:
You did your first art project at school. Naturally, it was the best one in your class:
We did a St. Patrick's Day photo shoot...photos to come!
And most importantly, your 4-month reign as the "baby" came to an end. Here is your second cousin, and newest friend, Max Joseph:
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| 8 lbs, 11 oz |
The weekend came early because, once again, you were sent home from daycare and couldn't go back the following day. You caught the stomach bug that has been going around, but were back to your normal self in about 48 hours. Saturday was a beautiful day - the first of what felt like spring - so we took you out for a long walk to get some BBQ on South Street.
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| Hi Daddy! |
On Sunday we took you to a party to welcome my cousin Pat home safely from Afghanistan. Here are some pictures from the day:
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| Pretty patriotic dress |
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| Welcome home, Pat! |
Dear Quinn,
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