Another first for Quinn

Rob was just commenting the other day that he was a little sad that there doesn't seem to be as many firsts for Quinn anymore, after all he is five months old and has experienced quite a bit in his short time on earth.
Of course at the beginning, everything is a first, and every first seems to be exciting, at least for us it is, and I have to be sure to mark everything down on the calendar, so when I eventually get time to write in Quinn's baby book, I can actually write a specific date, rather than a generic time frame.
After about mid-September we were in a firsts slump, until Halloween, and then of course Christmas. It seems that in every month of his life thus far Quinn has done something for the first time, and January has been no exception. In fact there have been three.
Quinn can now sit all by himself on the floor and play with some toys. Of course I am sitting on the floor with him to catch him before he does a face plant onto the hardwood, and he is bordered by my breastfeeding pillow in case he falls backwards, but he is still pretty much sitting without leaning on anything.
We also gave Quinn rice cereal for the first time on Monday, which he gobbled up very happily, which put me a ease, because I was nervous that he wasn't quite ready, and the doctor advised to wait until the 6-month mark. But more on that later.
These two firsts are exciting, but the third first for January, is, quite frankly, one I hoped wouldn't come for at least another 16 to 18 years, and one that I really hoped I'd never hear about.
On January 27, 2008, Quinn gave out his first hickey. Yes, you heard that right, a hickey, and unfortunately, I have proof. Right here on my chin.
Of course you are probably wondering what the hell goes on at our house where a five month old is giving his mother a hickey, and to be quite honest it was the furthest thing from my mind when the incident happened.
It all began when Quinn was a little fussy and none of his toys would suffice, not even the Jolly Jumper, so I had Quinn sitting on my knee, as I did some work on the computer, actually I'm sure I was just checking out facebook. Anyway, I guess Quinn was getting a little hungry and as I leaned over for something, with his two hands pulled my face toward him and latched on to my chin and started sucking. I quickly pulled his little guppy lips away, but he managed to get close and started sucking on me again. This wasn't the first time he had started to suck on my face, he has done it before on my cheek, and Rob and I just thought it was cute and it was like a little kiss, we had no idea what it would lead to, because he never really got a good latch on my cheek. Obviously he was waiting for the right moment and angle to put his suction power to work.
Anyway Rob came in for lunch and was checking out my face, and asked what was on my chin. I said I had no idea and headed for the bathroom, and to my dismay, there is a little purpley splotch on my chin. Oh my God! I was speechless. What the hell was I going to tell people, I thought, as I walked over to the calendar to figure out the next time I would have to go out in public.
A day later, and the blotch is still there, but not quite as noticeable. I hope it goes down even more before tomorrow when we go to the Early Years Drop-In, as I am sure I would be the first mom ever to explain how her 5-month old gave her a hickey on her face.
And besides this blog entry, this is certainly not a first I will be bragging about to the other moms, unless of course the gloves have to come off and I am desperate to one-up them.