Mr. Clean

Our tall baby boy has outgrown the baby bathtub.  His Nana bought him a Sesame Street blow up tub for the bathtub.  On Tuesday, we decided to try it out since Quinn's feet were dangling off the side of the baby tub in the kitchen sink.  He is sitting up really well by himself, and he enjoyed his "big boy" bath.  He wasn't too keen on having water dumped on his head, though.

Quinn has so many nicknames.  I guess that most babies do.  I've always called Mia "Punkin" or "Goose".  Punkin is pretty self explanatory (Pumpkin).  When she was a baby, I didn't want to give her a complex by calling her Silly Goose, so I shortened it to just Goose.  It stuck.  Quinn gets called anything we can put a Q in front of.  Most of the time we just call him Q.  Somehow we got started called him Quinnie although I keep telling myself to stop doing that.  Also, he gets called Quinnie Boo, Qbert, or Q-dog.  Pretty much since the day he was born, I've been calling him Smiley.  He's such a happy baby that I can't help it.  I've taken to calling him Blondie lately too.  I have dark brown (almost black) hair and hazel eyes.  Same for my hubby.  Who would've thought we'd have a blond haired, blue eyed baby?  Genetics.  I don't get it.  I'm sure his hair will get darker as he gets older.  He's cute as can be and the sweetest little thing ever.

First big boy bath

Southern Maid breakfast...Yum!

Quinn at 28 weeks old