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Quentin decided it was time to get some practice in on the guitar this evening, so he pulled out his beginner guitar and started strumming the few songs he knows, which include: The Star Spangled Banner (”The Flag Song”), Itsy Bitsy Spider, Closer To The Heart by Rush, and counting to Seventeen after losing track of the order once he got past 12. After practicing the guitar he wanted to know if Sadie Francis, in mommy’s belly, was okay.

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For Father’s Day Weekend this year the weather once again stayed sunny and hot, in the high 60s, low 70s. Regardless Quentin and I had set a date on his calendar to go see Toy Story 3 on Saturday afternoon. I had been showing him how to mark off days in the calendar each day as we get closer to event that he wants to do. He had been marking days off each morning for the past 3 weeks in order to go see Toy Story 3. However, seeing as how he has never been to a movie in at the cinemas before, I don’t know if he knew what he was so excited about, other than he’s seen the other two previous Toy Story movies and likes anything Toy Story. So the fact that we were counting down to something Toy Story was good enough.

The Saturday arrived and it was the day to go see Toy Story 3. We loaded up the diaper bag with some “snacks” and along the way I stopped off at Breeze-In to grab one of those Horizon Organic Chocolate milk cartons with the straw that he can now drink through. We got to the theater and purchased tickets. It wasn’t as crowded as I was thinking it was going to be, but the nice weather outside probably gave a lot of people more of an incentive to stay outside. Never the less, Quentin was kind of dazed being in such a weird and new place. I picked up a bag of popcorn and a drink and we headed in to find a seat.

“Is Dark!” He kept shouting several times while we found a good place to sit down. “Da da, is dark,” he would explain to me as if I was unaware. We grabbed two seats in the middle and I unfolded his seat down so he could climb up and sit down. Once he was situated in his seat with his sneakers barely hanging off the edge I let go in order to get myself situated in my seat. However, once I let go of Quentin’s cinema seat it folded back up with him in it. There was a little concerned whimper as I folded the seat back down for him. I thought I would have to hold the seat for him the whole movie but the manager was walking by and asked if I wanted a booster seat, which not only boosted Quentin up to eye level over the people in front, but also acted to keep the seat folded down in place.

As a fan of the first two movies this third version is just as fantastic if not better. Pixar isn’t going to do something unless they can out do themselves, and they sure did. Of course there’s the obvious fact that it’s been 11 years since Toy Story broke ground as the first feature length Computer Animated movie so the animation quality now is exquisite, even so far as mimicking a variety of effects that could only at one time before be created by using 35mm film. The third movie is also very intense. Each of the Toy Stories out do themselves when they get to the climatic action scene. The first one had Buzz & Woody riding a remote controlled car trying to catch up to the moving van so they wouldn’t get left behind, the second one had Buzz, Woody and friends jumping through luggage conveyors at the airport, and barely jumping out of an airplane in time before take off, but in the third one has Buzz, Woody and friends accidently get dumped at the land fill and now have to dodge the garbage smashing buldozers, get pushed into the trash crushing conveyor belt, get sucked into the incinerator sliding into a giant furnace, and realizing all hope is gone the clan of toys all hold hands as the impending flames get closer and closer. Holy crap! I’ve seen Rated R adult thrillers not even this suspenseful. But because it’s Pixar, of course by the end you can’t help but well up a bit.

Quentin seemed to enjoy the movie quite a bit. He sat on his own for about half the movie and sat on my lap for the rest. He laughed at many scenes and was sure to let me know whenever Buzz Lightyear was on the screen. After the movie was over he said “Watch a movie ah-gain!”

On the way home he fell asleep in the car and woke up around 5pm in time for his buddy Elyas, and his parents to come over for Saturday night BBQ. We grilled up chicken, King Salmon, and smoked pork ribs. Elyas and Quentin stayed up playing well past each other’s bedtime, and since it was two days before summer solstice the sun doesn’t go down until nearly midnight anyway, so might as well let them play.

The next morning for Father’s Day, rather than let da da sleep in, and despite going to bed late, Quentin ran into our room at 6pm and woke us both up. He started climbing on pregnant mama so I had to grab him and get him off of her, twisting my back in the process. I picked him up to carry him downstairs and received a 3 year old knee in my manly private area. Once we were downstairs to let him play so mama could get some more sleepy time, that’s when I smelled the poopy diaper. Okay, so back upstairs to change a diaper, and in appreciation, while I was laying Quentin down on the diaper changing table, I received my second knee in the balls for the day. All before 6:30am. Happy Father’s Day!

The rest of the day was pretty mellow. Quentin was besides himself most of the day from the lack of sleep and temperatures outside reaching the 70s. I did wear him out by taking him to the park and then to Fred Meyer’s for errands, so he did take a nap in the afternoon, only to wake up in the worst mood a nearly 3 year old could possibly wake in. Screaming and whining we finally got him calmed down enough to get him in the car to head to Sandy Beach for Meadow’s birthday party which he absolutely did not want to go to, until he got there and of course had a fantastic time playing with all his friends again; not to mention the tire swing, swings, slides, climbing wall, beach, logs to climb on, etc. Meadow and other kids were playing tag and although I don’t think Quentin ever understood the rules of the game, he sure did have a fun time chasing everyone and getting chased. 

Another late evening, which of course was difficult getting an amped up nearly 3 year old away form the party because it was time to go home, but once home and into his jammies, Quentin didn’t take long to fall asleep after storytime. Nor did dad. I was out by 8pm and Linda woke me and moved me into our room soon there after.

 

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Morning bubble session

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A plastic toy screw driver was found on the floor next to pried off pieces of the child proof door knob cover that was on my office door knob, with the office door wide open. An almost 3 year old was questioned on the scene sitting on the office chair at my desk. His response was, “got to find da da.”

Bud

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Not sure if this will post. First time I am trying with a video.
Quentin and Bud are going to see Toy Story 3 on Sunday for fathers
day. We watched TS 2 today in preparation. After the movie he spent
15 minutes practicing his buzz lightyear moves.
First time I heard him count to twelve without a prompt.
Little man woke at 5:30 this morning and is still going strong. No
nap. Thought he might fall asleep on my lap in the glider again but
no such luck.
Sadie Frances is kicking up a storm and I have been having crazy
Braxton hicks contractions. Hope it means a shorter labor than
Quentin. We are at 33 weeks – so she just has to stay inside for 3
more weeks to be born in Juneau, and 4 more for a home birth.

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We just got a new glider for rocking Sadie Frances to sleep. This
afternoon Quentin climbed onto my lap for a test drive. He was out
for the count in 5 minutes. To bad it was 5 pm. Looks like it’s
going to be a late night. But nice to know the glider works.

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Bud

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Ellen, Mary, Quentin and I rode bikes out to the boy scout beach
today. Quentin was not that excited about the idea but hung in
there. I have these fantasies about riding all over town with him on
the bike. But they don’t include him crying and yelling to get off.
It probably didn’t help that he got a bloody nose when I was trying to
unpack the car. No need to go into details.
At any rate, we somehow made it out to the beach and spent a few hours
relaxing and throwing sand. Of course we also had a picnic.
I did pretty well on the bike. It was a bit hard getting up the hills
with a kid on the bike and a baby in the belly, but it was a short ride.
Quentin and Mary fell asleep in the car. Q continued to sleep when
we came home and I was able to make turkey,mushroom spinach tacos for
dinner.

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Bud

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