Skipping Thanksgiving...

...and moving right to Christmas! Last weekend was the annual Christmas Party for the kiddos at Marty's. The highlight of the evening was our special visitor:

He is the best Santa I've ever seen. And Quinn thought so, too. He actually sat on his lap (overcoming the notorious "man fear"), which is no mean feat...At my company's holiday party this weekend he wanted nothing to do with the imposter Santa. But THIS Santa...this Santa passed the Quinn test. It probably didn't hurt that he brought little trucks, either. (Thanks, Dad!)

Still to come: pics from this weekend's big adventure...the first haircut!!

(Un)Happy Halloween

So, Halloween was not so happy for our little Quinn. He was pretty miserable with a fever/runny nose/cough, and didn't get to do much proper trick-or-treating. So, here's a picture of Q from a happier day when we did a costume try-on. Now that I'm a parent, I see why parents dress up their little kids...it's pretty doggone cute.

The best part about it was that Quinn naturally holds his hands up when he walks (flexed at the elbow), which created an awesome T-Rex effect in the costume.

Here's a shot from outside on Halloween. We did make it over to see Marty, but Mr. Q was not a happy camper.

Trip to the Pumpkin Patch

We had a great time at the pumpkin patch...

Quinn loved seeing the baby animals, but he wasn't sure he actually wanted to touch the baby goats.














He did have lots of fun touching the bumpy pumpkins.














He REALLY loved peeling the "Don't pick me up by my stem - I break!" stickers off all the big pumpkins and sticking them other places...













...but he didn't seem to know what to do when we stuck one on him. :)



















He also had a really good time picking out his own little Quinn-sized pumpkin with Daddy













and carrying it around with him.













We brought Quinn's pumpkin home and gave it a special spot. Now, when we ask him where his pumpkin is, he says, "Kin," and runs to the kitchen for his pumpkin. Sadly, however, we have to keep Kin out of reach now, because Quinn loves to carry it around, but he also loves to drop it and bang it on the floor. We're going to have to work on "Gentle" before baby brother or sister arrives!

My two boys

So, I just have to say that there is probably nothing in the world that makes me happier than seeing Seth and Quinn together. I am so thankful that my boy has such a terrific dad who is crazy in love with him.


























































Get a load of those smiles. How great is to wake up to these two happy guys every morning?

Well, actually, since you asked...I've been sleeping in a lot more than usual. And Seth has been super-dad...getting Quinn up, taking him for a run, feeding him breakfast, all so that I can get a few more minutes of sleep. And why? Well, as Seth says when he's trying to make me feel better for laying on the couch all night, every night after Quinn goes down..."It's hard work growing a person."

Yup, it's official: Baby Dunham #2 is due to arrive sometime around March 22, 2009. Wahoo!

P.S. This hopefully excuses the recent lack of posting... not for lack of postable material, but for lack of energy. Mr. Quinn is walking and talking and learning something new every day. So, stay tuned...I may just do some legit posting yet!

Lack of Appropriate Parental Supervision

Flashback to last New Year's Eve:

Seth and I have one small Quinn, less than 6 months old, whom we have dropped off at the Granny-sitter's for the evening so that we can spend some time with some great couple-friends, most of whom have children 1 or more years older than our bitty boy. Conversation turns, as it invariably does, to the kids, and more specifically, in this case, to "poop accidents." Surprisingly, even the most "careful"-seeming of my friends seems to have a story about poop escaping and somehow getting ground into carpet.

On the ride home, in a moment of quiet reflection, Seth says to me, "Do you think they just don't watch their kids, or how does that happen???" And I turn to him and say, "I'm afraid it just happens...eventually they get away from you."

Fast forward to this week (And, no, my story does not actually involve poop.):
Quinn and I are playing in his room, and I'm practicing taking pictures of him with my new super-duper camera (that I have no clue how to optimize). He's happy for a while, rolling his cars up and down the ramp of his brand new Little People garage, but then he suddenly turns and books out of the room, sand-crab style, making a sharp right into the bathroom.

I hear nothing.
I call to him.
I hear nothing.
I see nothing.

I give it about 15 seconds before getting up to go check on the situation. And I find:













Happy, happy, happy!














"What?"



















"Fine. I'll go show Dad."

Fifteen seconds, folks. When the poop comes, and I'm sure it will, we are toast.

Humbling moment of the day

So maybe I should feel bad about this, but, as Seth points out, it is a blog about a baby. Maybe if I threw in some terms like "heteroscedasticity" or "leptokurtotic" I could get a better rating. (I do, in fact, know what those words mean. I have, though maybe I shouldn't admit it, used one of them in nerd-humor.) However, it's hard to work statistics-related terminology into a post about a very cute small boy.

Anyway, I'll post about Quinn later this evening if I can get some Mac time, but just couldn't resist this.

Happy Birthday, my boy!

Quinn, one year ago,

I had no idea how much joy

was in store for me.

I am so grateful that God

gave me the chance to be a mom -

to be your mom.

I love you!