Quinn turned eight-months-old this week, and apparently a giant baby attitude comes along with this milestone. I don’t know if he’s just teething or what, but it’s exhausting. It’s a physical battle to feed him, bathe him, change his diaper, and put clothes on him. And then there’s the nap battle, but that’s nothing new. Please help me understand how an eight-month-old can win at all these battles.
Q just sits in the floor and whines. So I pick him up. And he still whines. So I put him down again. And he still whines. So I put him in his jumperoo. And he still whines. So I give him something to help his teething pain. And he stops whining for about three minutes and then whines some more. And that, my friends, has been my week. *sigh* My poor baby. I wish I knew how to make him feel better. Here are the R’s.
Recap
In Monday’s QWA, Quinn stayed in his adorable jammies all weekend long.
I was supposed to write a “gym sighting” post on Tuesday, but I just wasn’t feelin’ it. So I wrote about my terrible writing instead.
In this week’s Not-So-Wordy-Wednesday, you visited my son in baby jail. (Seriously, after the week we’ve had, I sorta wish there was such a thing as baby jail.)
Thursday, I apologized to all my non-mom friends for becoming less interesting now that I’m not a non-mom.
Referral

Being the mother of two sweet, rambunctious boys, Becca has great stories. Every one of her posts has amazing photos, hilarious stories and real life adventure. I love Becca’s blog because you can tell she loves her life. She’s always so joyous and upbeat. Her love for her family shines through in her writing, and their happiness is captured in her photographs. They have so much fun together. It’s smile-inducing.
In the wise words of Becca’s mom, Grandma Teetsie: “Check out her blog. You won’t be disappointed.” You’re absolutely right, Teetsie.
So read a little about Becca’s crazy boys and their beautiful moments this weekend. I bet you’ll be inspired to grab your camera and capture some beautiful family moments of your own.
Rewind
This has been such a rough week with Quinn, I feel like we’ve regressed a bit when it comes to solid food. He won’t eat unless he can feed himself, but he can’t wield a spoon yet and he can’t pick up pureed food with his fingers. And he hates any finger food that’s not a Puff. So meal time has become a bit of a struggle. It reminds me of the first time he ate bananas. Funny then. Not so funny right now…
Tune in next week!
A couple fellow bloggers honored me with a very sweet bloggy award, so I will tell you all about that and share the love next week. I’ll also post a sequel to “Please don’t take my funny” – which was about how my then unborn son had taken all my attractive features away from me. Yeah, he’s yet to give them back.
Have a great weekend, friends!
Melissa
Melissa