Quinn’s busy weekend included a little bit of this and
little bit of that.
It started on Friday, when Quinn and I went to Happy Hollow with our friends. Here he is on his favorite ride with one of his favorite buddies.
He doesn’t even need me to hold on to him on the carousel
anymore. (Don’t worry, he’s strapped in nice and tight.)
When we got back, Q refused to put pants back on after his
diaper change. So he ate lunch in his diaper, sans pants. I sent Hubs this pic, and he said it
should be an ad for Gold Bond.
After lunch came Quinn’s nap time, but his new thing is to “hide”
from Mommy and make me find him before we go into his room. Hmmm, where could
he be…?
On Saturday night, Hubs and I went out on a real date. At nighttime. We went out for dinner and
drinks to celebrate our anniversary.
I wore a dress. And heels. And earrings. I should’ve taken a picture so there
could be photographic evidence that I actually can look like a grown-up on occasion,
but this was the only picture we took that night.
Yep, that’s a teeny tiny frog crawling up the wall of our
garage. Hubs and I got all dressed up, and I took a picture of a frog.
But I do have a couple cute pics of the Q-man from that
night. My sweet friend, DeeDee (Q’s girlfriend’s mom), stayed with Quinn and put him to bed while Hubs and
I went to dinner. She sent me these so I wouldn’t worry about them.
But for once, I already knew I had nothing to worry about.
On Sunday, Quinn and I went to the park. This is Q
pretending to sleep on a bench. I don’t know where he got the idea to sleep on
a park bench, but I really hope that’s not foreshadowing his future is any way.
While my son was pretending to be homeless, Hubs stayed very
busy back at the house. To my surprise, I found some serious bling waiting for me when I got home.
No, Hubs was not diamond shopping, but this bling was almost as good. He
decided that our floors and cabinets “looked thirsty,” so he did magical things
with the Orange Glo and make the wood sparkle like I’ve never seen. Our entire
kitchen glistened.
I didn’t even ask him to do that. Gotta love a man that is
fueled by accomplishment. Sorry, ladies, he’s not for rent.
