A day in the life of Quincy Brooklyn

Quincy woke up, had some breakfast, enjoyed some tummy time, spit up her breakfast all over mom's dry-clean-only sweater, ate some more, and changed into a clean outfit.


Then she spit up all over that outfit before her mom could even get a picture.

...then she made a poop.

Which wore her out and made her sleepy.

So she took a nap.

...This is to make up for the previous post.

Reese sure does miss you!

...and Quincy really misses you too.

...by the way, the furry hand on the right belongs to Grandpa Hal.

...you've had a birthday, shout horray!

Happy 60th birthday mom!
With that color on your hair you don't look a day over 21. We love you! (please forgive me)

Bathtime Buddies

Reese and Quincy took their first bath together in the big tub yesterday. When Reese got out she said, "whoa! I'm freezening!"

The Duckies are "Scare-Me"

It got up to 65 degrees today (finally!) so I took Reese to feed the geese at the lake by our house. She was certain they were going to eat her. Aaron says he can't blame her for being frightened (3 years ago he was bitten at by a goose at Dennis the Menace Park in Monterey)

A Warm Day in February