Running

My son loves to run. Today, I've run laps and laps around the downstairs rooms and all around the upstairs- sometimes just in the bedroom and other times configuring an 8 moving from bedroom to play room. Quinn has a new table and chair set in his play room. We have Curious George and Ox (the ugly doll) seated at the table. With his new IKEA dishware, Quinn serves them food and drink. Mostly, he loves to use the ladle to serve soup and the pot also serves as a cup for coffee. Who knows where it all began, but my son love the notion of coffee. Twice during break he's had the treat of coffee, aka hot chocolate. I didn't realize it, but both Caribou and Starbucks serve their hot chocolate at a kid friendly temperature. Cool beans.

For the past week or so, my son has developed a keen fashion sense, or at the very least, a passionate opinion about what he is going to wear. Sometimes, those desires are very fashion forward. For instance, on Christmas Eve he refused to wear the nice sweater and dress shirt I had picked out. Instead, he opted to keep his pajamas on, but allowed us to place a sweater over-top his blue monkey shirt and his jeans underneath his matching blue bottoms. This week, we're very devoted to a blue baseball shirt. It doesn't seem to matter how long we've worn it or that there are two red baseball shirts that are perfectly clean. Fortunately, the blue Saints t-shirt is a temporary stop-gap for the blue baseball sheet. Quinn is currently wiping down his father's boots. Luke mentioned that he couldn't wear them because they were dirty. So, Quinn is correcting that situation.

In so many precious and spontaneous moments, Quinn is brilliant and funny. As I was holding the Christmas tree today at an awkward angle while Luke loosened it from the base and wrapped it in a plastic garbage bag, Quinn brought my slippers to me and helped me into them. He has learned to shush us when he is hiding, instead of waiting for us to quiet him. Sometimes he says, "No, no, no" with a passionate intensity and the next minute he'll cover his face and hide right in front of us. Last night at Barnes and Noble he selected with enthusiasm a Look and Find Pixar book and he was not to be swayed to read anything I selected (and purchased).

Today he took the bit off of his new drill from Chris and Sheryl and pretended to shave his face with it. If I chase him and occasionally brush my hand against his hair, he laughs and giggles. He has emptied our sparse family jewelry box and taken possession of Mom and Dad's class rings. He is a joy and a wonder every day, in evey minute.