Big News

Well, I'll just come right out and say it.  We're moving back to Ann Arbor.  Abram is watching American Idol with Lisa as I write.  He has a couple of interviews with Detroit firms on Thursday and Friday, and I just posted listings for our house on Craig's List and in the Washington Post (we're going to try and sell the house on our own to save a little moo-la).  

Not surprisingly to most of you (or at least not to my retired neighbor, Joanne, who let me know she saw Abram's town car pulling in at all hours of the night and said to herself, "I appreciate that he is working his little tooshie off, but Kristin's over there with an infant and a toddler, all alone."  Who knew they were watching?  I'm glad to know I had her silent moral support though :), we decided we want Abram to be home a little more often.  And when he's not home, it's gonna be real nice to have my parents and Shawn and Lisa just a few minutes away.  

So while I can't even tell you how sad we are to be leaving the wonderful friends we've made here, and being only an hour away from Abram's family, I am really excited to move home.  Literally.  Shawn and Lisa are looking for a house and we are going to move into Mom and Dad's while they are in Australia.  Along with the excitement come little panic attacks - What if we don't sell our house?  What if we don't find a job?  But we always seem to end up feeling good about it, so Pizza Bob's, here we come. 

And please no one mention the weather.  I know, okay?  

Late Tuesday Night...

My conversation with Abram tonight:

A: I'm ready for bed.

K: Well, I guess I won't be going to bed with you.  I still have to finish up on the computer and then go buy some brisket from Giant.

A: sigh

K: Well, you could go pick up the brisket for me.

A: I'm not good with brisket.  Every time I try to buy you brisket I can't find it anywhere.

K:  rolling eyes Really Abram?

A:  Kristin.  Yes. 

K: Have you ever asked anyone to show you where it is?

A: Kristin.  I can not go into that store and ask someone where the brisket is.  No way.

(at this point I tuned him out while he went on and on about this nonsense about men and meat - give me a break). 

K:  I'm not even listening to you now. 

A:  Kristin.  Me asking someone for help with meat is like you asking someone to tell you where the tampons are. 

K:  I would have no problem walking right up to the first person I saw and asking them where they are. 

A:  Okay, imagine you are standing right in front of all of them.  Would you call someone over and ask, "which ones have wings?"  

At this point I lost it.  I mean, no one in the entire world can make me laugh like Abram.  

Haircut

Yesterday Marianne told me if I didn't trim Max's hair she was going to come over and do it herself.  So to save her the trip... last night Max was eating his dinner and I came up behind him and cut a big chunk off the bottom.  He froze as I started doing it, then turned around and said, "What that mama?"  I tried to hide it, but finally told him I cut his hair.  Instead of freaking out like I expected, he said "Do again Mama, do again."  So I kept going and he would giggle and pull his shoulder up to his ear every time he heard a snip.  

When I finished, very pleased with the both of us, I sat down next to him and he sad, "Now Max cut Mama's hair."  We had a stern talk about how he is never to cut anyone's hair, but if you are the mother of one of his friends I wouldn't leave your child alone with him anytime soon. 

Two Minutes

Max was watching TV this morning and I said, "Don't you want to go play with daddy before he goes to work?"  He thought about it for a moment and yelled downstairs, "Two minutes daddy!  I play with you two minutes."  

I told him one time I was setting the timer for five minutes and then it was time for bed.  "NO!"  Two minutes mama, two minutes."  I was happy to oblige.

Happy Birthday Dad!

A couple years ago I was chatting with my high school's athletic director about my brother Garrett's state championship basketball team.  She made some snide remark about how she bet my dad wasn't at every single basketball game I played in (as opposed to Garrett's exciting men's basketball season).  I looked at her like she was crazy and said she was obviously at hardly any of my games because Bob Quinn was at all of them.  Which leads me to one of my favorite stories about my dad. 

My senior year we were 10-5 when my coach got fired.  We won the rest of our regular season games.  We proceeded to win the district championship which was a bit of a shocker.  Then we won the regional championship.  The next thing we know we are headed to the state quarterfinals when my dad realizes that he is supposed to be the keynote speaker at some important conference somewhere.  There wasn't a flight that left late enough for him to watch the game or early enough the next morning for him to get there in time.  So he calls his client, explains the situation, and the guy rearranges the conference so that my dad can make it to the game.  

I don't think I will ever doubt that I am a significant part of my dad's life.  This is just one example.  I know he sacrificed for my family countless times over the years, but I'm just so glad that I have this particular experience to treasure and know that my dad loves me.   

I love you too dad, and I hope to give my children the same confidence in me that I have in you. 

P.S.  We lost by 2 points in double overtime.  I know, horrible end to a great story.  

Delicioso

I don't want to brag, but I'm gonna.  Last night we had the Hales and the Virays over for dinner and it was sooooooo good.  Oh man.  Good.  So here you can find the recipe for BBQ Spare Ribs and Gary's Mac 'n Cheese.  Be prepared for ecstasy.

p.s. Mary played in our basketball game today and either she was a rock star in high school, or finally eating some protein did her right.  

You Better Work

Yesterday I went around the house washing walls and furniture and Max wanted to help.  So got him a rag and he went to work.  It was so cute, he just followed me around for a good 10 minutes washing away.  Oh, and letting me know when I missed a spot.  That's always encouraging.  I love the little munchkin.