I’ve completely lost track of the days. That always happens
when Hubs travels for work. Without him home during the day on weekends to mark
the end of another week, the days blur together here. Every day is the same. Yesterday,
I went out to check the mail three times before I finally realized it was
Sunday and the mail wasn’t coming.
He’s been away for two weeks straight now, and the days have
been extra blurry this time, but that’s mostly due to our having house guests.
My friend, Nicole, came to
visit last weekend, and then my mom came to spend the week with us. With all
that fun chatter and activity, the days flew by fast.
My mom was ecstatic to spend some quality time with Quinn.
She lives in Michigan and
doesn’t get to see him much, but I think Q knows her rather well, considering. We
talk to her on the phone a lot, and he always picks up my phone (or any object
he can pretend is a phone) and says he’s talking to Gramma. Q also has a photo
album of family and friends he doesn’t see very often, and he always points to
her picture and says “Damma Wowi,” which is Quinn-ese for “Grandma Lori.”
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Q was in hog heaven with two grown-ups
pushing him on the swing at the park.
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A picture of Quinn taking pictures of me with Mom’s camera.
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Quinn got to open his first birthday present – a little gas/service
station from Gramma, complete with a gas truck and a tow truck. It even has a
little gas pump with a nozzle, which is perfect for him because he loves to
pretend he’s putting gas in his trucks.
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| Quinn was so stinkin' excited about this bow. He still plays with it. |
One of my and Mom’s favorite restaurants is Mona Lisa – a small, authentic
Italian place in North Beach in San Francisco. We eat there almost every time
she visits. I’m huge fan of pasta with shell fish, so I couldn’t say no to a
steaming bowl of fettuccine and mussels. Sometimes the chef will throw some
extras into your dish, especially if they’re not busy. To mine, he added prawns
and… calamari (squid). Now, you’re probably used to seeing calamari in
appetizer form – little rubbery, breaded rings with a side of cocktail sauce. Not
in my pasta. Nope, these bad boys were tossed in fresh, eye balls and
everything. And one of them was HUGE! I named him Mauricio. (And, no, I didn’t
eat him.)
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Say “cheese,” Mauricio!
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We took a quick walk through a nearby park before lunch to let Q stretch his legs. This church is so beautiful.
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| Saints Peter and Paul Church |
Quinn is in love with stickers these days, and a few were
included in his birthday card from Gramma. Two of the stickers were little
party hats, which Q decided he needed to wear on his head, where he insisted
they stay until bath time.
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| Ready to party. |
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Rockin’ his own style in Gramma’s shoes.
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Quinn got attached to his Gramma rather quickly, and has
been asking for her since she left on Saturday morning. I tell him that Gramma
had to go home, and says “I go to Gramma’s house now? In Michigan?” So sweet!
Hubs returns home on Thursday, so I only have three more
days of solo-parenting. The last part of his business trip included a few days
in Switzerland, so he went snowboarding in the Alps this weekend. I’m more than
a tiny bit jealous, but I really am happy for him and I can’t wait to see
pictures. He’s taking next week off of work, and the three of us are going on a
snow vacation in Tahoe. The Sierras don’t exactly compare to the Alps, but I’ll
take it!
