Wish We Were There (again) Wednesday

Or really, I don't wish we were there right now. That's Mike and Quinn in Michigan Sept. 2005. If we were there right now we'd be freezing. I'm pretty sure the lake is frozen right now.

But, I do wish we were somewhere warm, on a beach, barefoot.

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Not a Good Sign

After being gone from 9-5 yesterday, I come home to Mike and the boys. I ask Mike, "Did you survive?" To which he replied, "Barely. Liam's hardly eaten anything all day." A total of 5 ounces was consumed by the little one while I was gone for over 8 hours. Then, once I was home he nursed for almost 40 minutes. And woke up hungry through the night. We've been giving him a bottle at least 3 or 4 times a week, so I was surprised when this happened. Of course, hubby was using formula, since my frozen breast milk is being saved for when I return to work. Looks like I need to plan more full days away from the little one before returning to work so that he can get used to bottles (with or without the good milk in there).

Smile!

Three smiles for the price of one! Plus one sleepy baby.

Night Night Daddy

Last night I came out of Liam's room after putting him to bed to find Quinn helping his Daddy sleep. One of us will usually rub Quinn's back in his room and sing a song before saying goodnight. So I walk out into the living room to find Quinn with Mike's head on his lap and he's rubbing his back singing "Ba Ba Black Sheep."

Friday - Smiles!

Beer!

I recently bought Quinn some plain white t-shirts to wear to bed with nothing but underwear. He loves them and insists on wearing them during the day as well, because, as he puts it, "I look like daddy. (then he lowers his voice and says) And talk like daddy too."

Quinn was thrilled to help his daddy bottle the home brew. He's still talking about helping daddy put beer in bottles. Boy I can't wait until he starts preschool and tells his teacher what he does at home.