Two down, One to Go
Thanksgiving came and went so quickly, the only way I can be sure that it happened is by my current disdain for turkey/cranberry sandwiches. The day of thanksgiving was spent at my In Law’s house and a good time was had by all.
The next we boarded the train for my parents house (my new favorite mode of transportation with baby in tow). While the train was loooonnnggg (6 hours), it does provide us with the “freedom” that little miss Quinn seems to enjoy. She was entertained by the passing scenery, unfamiliar faces smiling at her and of course the red “Emergency” handle at the base of our window. She was a gem during the ride and the most exciting part actually had nothing to do with her.
The three of us were stretching our legs in the vestibule (the sections between the cars where bathrooms & doors are located). We spotted the “handicapped” bathroom and I decided to take advantage. It’s this great big bathroom with this fancy door that is automated. You push on the handle once to open/close and and vvvwallla… like magic the door SLOWLY opens and shuts. Anyway, I was taking care of “business”, taking special care to not let one inch of my skin touch the filthy toilet when the large door begins to SLOWLY open and a strange man is standing there. He yelled “OOPS” and walked away as I tried to close the door while saying “OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH”… Of course the door could not close quickly, so my backside was on display for what felt like 5,000,000 seconds. When the door finally shut, Jake who was standing just out of eye shot, realized what had happened he yelled, “YOU’VE GOT TO LOCK THE DOOR”. Good grief, it was horrifying to say the least. My apologies to the poor guy. Anyway, lesson learned.
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There was a huge family gathering the following day at my parents house, and by huge, I’d say about 40 close relatives. I was excited for Quinn to be able to play with some of her other baby cousins and watch the other kids run wild. I knew the day was a bit “off” when she shorted herself a nap for that day. A baby operating on minus 1 nap already puts you in the negative.
The party was in full swing and if there was one piece of entertainment for these 40 people, it was the babies. At this party there were 2, including Quinn. The second chubby-cheeker was my 2nd cousin Hailey who is 6 weeks younger than Quinn. The aunts and cousins where all over these babies, as they should be, and while Quinn tried to make an attempted to be social. She just wasn’t havin’ it. She became ultra-clingy to me and very fussy. Even the attempts to have Daddy hold her were an exercise in futility. She’d just whine and cry for me — reaching those little chubby arms out in my direction. I felt bad for her as I could tell she just wasn’t enjoying herself.
She made it through the evening and as soon as the last person left it was time for a bath, in which she brightened up about 100%. In the hour leading up to her bedtime, I couldn’t keep her quiet. She was so excited, talking up a storm.
Slowly but surely she’ll learn to love those family gatherings — in fact, I predict this time next year, the tears will be flowing when she see’s the last cousin head for the door.
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The rest of our time up north was great, but went by too quickly. I was able to squeeze in some time with my good friend Cassandra and her daughter Addision and Quinn got some good quality time with Grandma & Grandpa Lint.
Thank u for all the updates..Love to hear how that li’l angel is doing..One down One to gooooooooooo!!!the best is yet to come!!!Lv Mt.grandma
oh my..i am still lol on the train story
That is so funny and to have jake yell you need to look the door is super funny…what a moment you had!