Name, Floor, Crib

Big week. My dad came to town to walk the SLC marathon tomorrow, but he is the coolest guy ever and came three days early to work on project "Quinn in the Basement." He was here in October to put up the walls, and then on this trip he and Tim put down a beautiful hard floor. I love it. I'm freaking out with excitement.

Indirectly, this is how I won the McKenna battle between me and Tim. It had something to do with, "You can name her McKenna if we don't spend more than $X,000 on the rest of the basement this month." Done deal.

Also, right before my daddy was leaving today to head to SLC, he saw the disassembled crib that we have for Quinn's new room. We'll he is not one to leave a project understaffed, and he went right to work. I guess there are some technical difficulties, because he is still down there, and the project is getting louder. No swearing, though.

Anyway, Quinn already knows which basement room is her's, and I think she is going to be very excited when she wakes up and I show her the new crib.

We have some more work to do on the windows in her room, and then my mom is coming to help me through a "Big Girl Room Moving Day" Party for Quinn. She'll get balloons, new P.J.'s, some new toys. She'll help us take her clothes and books downstairs, and we are even planning a lunchtime picnic on the floor in her room. Then hopefully that night, she will sleep in her new crib and never know what hit her.

I decided to stick to a crib because I don't think she needs a big girl bed yet. She is not potty training or climbing out, and she seems to really love the security of a bed. Plus, I do not have the energy to walk her up and down the stairs in the middle of the night if she decides to be one of those kids who doesn't stay put. The new crib converts to a toddler bed, and we also have two twin beds already. So, looks like we are set .... once the technical difficulties are concluded, of course.

What a great Grandpa John!! I know you are all jealous. He really is amazing, and I think Quinn won his heart ALL over again last night at dinner when she focused hard to stack a bunch of ice cubes and then would yell "Ta Da" when they stayed. We also took him today to feed our favorite horses some apples. She was pretty tired, but I think he got the idea. My dad rocks. I hope the two days of manual labor don't mess up his race. Good Luck, Daddy!!