Quinn rules

This morning when I walked into the bathroom to use the facilities, I was joined by my son's toy lawnmower. The nightstand next to my bed is jammed with books about coming out experiences AND Dr. Suess books for night time stories. On the desk in front of me are random notes about how to brine a turkey, a pathetic attempt at financial book keeping and my son's green sensory ball. I love my life. I love that at every glance, my life is infused with adult and child necessities, in a haphazard way. To my left on the desk is our empty printer. Anytime we put paper in it, Quinn empties it. Also to my left is a piece of paper adorned with Quinn drawings. He loves to write and he loves the word "write". How appropriate. I join him in writing, since I am regularly invited, and my stuff always says, "I love Quinn" or "Quinn is fantastic". We've taken to using a VCR in the past couple of months because Quinn loves the Wallace and Gromit videos. He also knows his "bob", which refers to Sponge Bob. The downside to watching SpongeBOb, in my estimation is two fold. One, I think SpongeBob is a little neurotic and unbalanced and two, I hate watching commercials. We have lately discovered Playhouse Disney and like watching Mickey, Pooh and especially Handy Manny. Very cool. As far as I can tell, they really limit commercials, which I like. Quinn really enjoys mashed potatoes and I'm excited to know he'll eat at least one thing at Thanksgiving with relish:) This morning when I rolled out of bed, Quinn did just that-- rolled right into my spot with his little head on my pillow. I guess I won't be snoozing any longer:)

Sweet Quinn

Sometimes now when Quinn is watching a film or sitting in his playroom looking at a book, he'll cross his legs very casual and try out that position. He can still hold the frog yoga position perfectly, astounding us all with his flexibility. Similarly, he can lean back on his feet with toes bent in all directions with no sign of pain. Lately, he has had pain on his big toes where the corner of his nail is somewhat in grown. I think it catches on things now and again. Our remedy: trimming, of course, but also Sponge Bob band-aids on both toes. Quinn knows who Santa is now, excepting that the man he calls Santa need only have a long white beard to fit that description. A couple weeks back he inherited a play guitar from Katie Igo. He had spent the day with her because Jo-Jo had a medical appt. He loves his "tar". His desire for one came from watching School of Rock with Luke one evening. Quinn and Kairis, his pal at daycare, are quite the buddies. Apparently they chase one another around, fighting for the same toys, both making using of the "mines", but as Jo-Jo pointed out, they wouldn't know what to do without one another either. Today when we were leaving Jo-Jo's, he said bye-bye to Kairis and even said her name, minus the K. Lately, he's a total chatter bug, though some of what he says is hard to make out. All the way today in the car to pick up Luke from the train station he babbled to Luke on my phone, talking and talking. Fabulous boy.

My sweet boy

Quinn now can make the "mmm'ww" kind of kissing noise. It's VERY cute. He continues to love to chase, running around and around. When we were at Carolyn and Chris' on Saturday night he and Luke were running around and around their kitchen island. Unfortunately, Quinn is tall enough that when he leans into the turns, he hits his head. He did that a couple times and then ran a wider berth with each lap, holding his hands up by his head to ward off danger. Pretty darn funny. That night he also jammed a giant brownie into his mouth and even though the chocolate bulged from his mouth, he managed not to choke and to eat the whole darn thing.

Quinn loves to hide and yet he also LOVES to be found. He hasn't quite mastered maintaining a hiding spot though. And he really, really enjoyed being found. For example, he loves to hide under the covers with Luke or I, but when we "shoosh" him so that he won't be discovered by the other parent, he giggles ecstatically. When he runs into the closet with one of us to hide, he's more likely to open the door and chase after the pursuer than anything else. He is so happy and so wonderfully child-like with his hiding antics that we do it on a daily basis. That, and we chase. "Mommy, chase me," is a common phrase when we're downstairs and I've now started to include the regular runs around the hallway as part of my workout. We race round and round again. He loves to be tickled, to feel like we're right on his heels and to be caught and swung upside down by Dad. He loves to cover his face and think of that as hiding. Heck, if he turns away from us and covers his face, he believes we can't see him. Hiding behind the shower curtain is great fun and having him find us hiding in the spot, our feet protruding from under the curtain puts him in hysterics.