Shut Up, Quincy!

Clearly...I need to watch what I say around Desmond.  We knew this could be a problem during pregnancy when we were discussing how to curb our Sailor mouths.  We've gotten pretty good about refraining from swearing around Des.  What we forget are other things.

For instance...Quincy is a very whiney dog.  He will frequently lose his ball under the couch.  Or, he will want food.  Or, he's just bored or lonely.  When this happens, he will give a pathetic little whine or whimper.  If we don't notice, he will begin to give increasing louder high-pitched barks.  For the 5 years that Quincy has lived with us, my reponse has been to yell, "Shut up, Quincy!"  It's automatic, at this point.  Much like belching after beer.

The other day, Quincy was yapping away.  I think it was one a lost ball.  Unprovoked by me, Desi pointed at the dog and said, "Yah Yah Da!" or somthing that was not very intelligible.  Although, the number of syllables and the cadence of the blabber, as well as the intonation, reminded me an awful lot of, "Shut up, Quincy!" 

Do you realize what this means?  It means I have to be aware of my tone and what I say at ALL times.  When I am driving and someone cuts me off.  When the Mariners are playing.  When the Mormons come to my door.  There is nothing that Desi can't pick up on.

Maybe I'll still keep my routine when the Mormons come to the door.

Happy Birthday, Desi!

Yeah, yeah...I know his birthday was actually on the 17th. We held his party, today (Saturday). On Tuesday, we gave him a half of a mini cupcake, sang Happy Birthday, and called it a day.

Today was the big shindig.

We had a small gathering of family and neighbors. Nothing huge. Just a few peeps.

Here are some pics.  Videos at the bottom.

A cupcake on the Real Birthday.

With Mommy...this hat actually stayed on for a record amount of time.

With Keely

Ryan

Auntie Kelley

With Mom, again.

The Birthday cake.

Eating the cake...in case you couldn't tell.

Presents...after a change of clothes.

Blowing out the candles from Jason Pankow on Vimeo.


Cake from Jason Pankow on Vimeo.

Neti Pot

We've had a gross head cold floating around the house.  I think I caught it at the Microsoft Halloween party (snot nosed brats).  Desi got it shortly after.  Now, Shaundar has it, too.  We're a family of grossies.

Years ago, Kelley told me about this absolutely disgusting invention called a Neti Pot.  It's basically a pot with hot salt water that you stick up your nose.

Here's how it's supposed to work:




Although that chick makes it look much more graceful.  What you don't see is the snot and mucus that comes out with it. 

This guy shows you how to really do it.