This is the second installment of my new weekly blog feature, Quinn’s Weekend Adventures. I take pictures of Quinn every weekend, document his antics and activities, and post them here every Monday. Let’s find out what Quinn was up to this weekend.
Friday morning started out slowly with a sleepy Quinn in my lap. Hubs calls him Snoozey Q. Ha!
Friday night, we went to Yogurt Land. If you’ve never been to a Yogurt Land, you must go. Now. Stop reading this blog and find one near you. In addition to the awesome flavors, you can get almost any topping imaginable, including Cap’n Crunch, Snickers, Chex Mix “puppy chow,” and cookies dough bites. (Sorry, no pic of Yogurt Land, but I’m sure we’ll be back soon!)
On Saturday, Quinn showed his spirit for Mommy and Daddy’s grad school alma mater. Go Broncos!
Daddy makes up funny lyrics to popular songs. Quinn finds that highly amusing.
Then Quinn and I went to our friend, Erin’s, house for C.R.A.F.T. where us girls get together once a month and make time for our individual creative outlets. Whatever “stokes your muse,” you can work on it here. Some ladies sew, some knit, some scrapbook, some write (me). Beautiful and unique projects come out of these days, and we inspire new great ideas in each other. We started out calling our get-togethers “Crafty Ladies,” but they quickly became C.R.A.F.T., which stands for “Can’t Remember a F**king Thing” since this that seems to apply to all of us these days.
Quinn was very popular with the girls, as usual. At last month’s C.R.A.F.T. session (which we missed because Quinn was just born), Morgan knitted him a little tuk with a Q on it, and Erin made him a gorgeous blanket to match his nursery. Too cute!
|Left to right: Quinn's cute tuk, and the front and back of the blanket|
Saturday night, we had pizza at Nama (Grandma) Mary’s house with Quinn’s cousins and Uncle Greg. Q loves his Nama.
On Sunday, we went to Seabright Brewery in Santa Cruz. (Yes, two breweries two weekends in a row. Who can resist sunshine, ocean air and good beer?) Hubs and I went to Seabright one beautiful day in July last year, not knowing that later that day a pregnancy test would come out positive. So it seemed like a good idea to show Quinn where it all started. Or maybe that’s just a thinly veiled excuse to go sit in the sun and have a beer … again.
The weekend ended the same way it began. Snoozey Q is plum tuckered out.
Come back next Monday to read about Quinn’s first Easter!