He's "tip-toeing" from the family room to the kitchen where his baby is sleeping on the plastic stool Quinn left her on. Lately, Quinn refers to his baby as his baby sister and asks if Luke and I are going to also have a baby sister. Hilarious.
The other night we had our first "scare" of frostbite. We had a huge snow storm and Quinn, Matt and I were out shoveling. Even though he was bundled in jacket, snowpants, hat and mittens, snow managed to creep into his ankles and wrists and his cheeks were red as well. After we came in, it appeared like those spots were raised and turned slightly white. Naturally, I became gravely concerned, Matt told me to relax and Quinn didn't seem to notice his injuries at all. I jumped on line and researched and once warmed, Quinn was back to normal- thank goodness!
Last night was wearying. Quinn was up around 1:45, hungry, and then struggled to go back to sleep until nearly 4. The poor guy slept in, but I'm not one to sleep in. Once the sun rises, I'm up. Hopefully, as the years go by I'll learn to treasure a lazy Saturday morning.
Quinn and his Dad are off to a downtown skyway golf tournament. They'll take the train, which Quinn loves, and then do some golfing, catch lunch and come home. I, on the other hand, will be here, working on a reflective paper for class. Bleh. I also need to decide on a vision for my blog for my blogging class. What will I write about? The textbook says that using it for a journal is NOT blogging, though I think that since my intent with this one is a record, as opposed to a dialogue, I don't care about the textbook defn.
I'm wrestling with decisions around Quinn's daycare. Right now, he's happy at Jo-Jo's but his best pal, Kairis is leaving at the end of the month and it's still just Quinn and a bunch of little girls. I don't mind him hanging with whoever, but a little gender balance would be terrific. Plus, we're nearing his time for pre-school. I need to determine when to enroll him and where--- and what my summer plans are. I could save a heap of money if I kept him home with me, but that not be what's best for him...
so much to consider!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Don't follow me
This weekend we went to the Children's Museum with Lee, Kris and the Little E's. Quinn was SO happy to be with Ethan and Ellie and his E's were coming out beautifully. He pronounced their names so clearly as he called out to two of them. Quinn wore a workjacket and hat in the Work Center and loved it:) Ellie had a fantastic time playing with the bubbles:)
After the museum, we came back to the house for dinner. Prior to that happy time, Quinn had a minor break down in the parking lot when we had to say a quick goodbye. He cried and cried for Ethan:( Back at the house, he wanted a quick nurse, but when he heard Dad say that Ethan and Ellie were here, he dashed off. And then, the moment came. Coats were off and people were settled into the house. Ethan asked where Quinn's room was and they were off to play upstairs. Quinn was the last one up the stairs and as I went to follow him, he turned and said, "Don't follow, Mommy". My little marvelous, independent man wanted to play without my presence with his two little cousins! When I snuck upstairs later under some random pretext, he gently, but firmly closed his door on me so he could play in private. Goodness! And this was after I let him out of my site at the museum! We were in the work area and I was sitting with Lee and his little ones while we waited to use the crane. Quinn went around the corner to the loading area and I didn't move. Lee asked where he had gone and I pointed around the bend, saying that Luke thought I was too much of a shadow, over-protective. As luck would have it, Quinn popped back in that instant, safe and sound.
Luke and I go back and forth about a second child. This weekend was a reminder that Quinn would be a loving, wonderful sibling and that despite the changes it would bring to our family, it would bring great joy to and fill a need in Quinn's life.
The poor boy was so exhausted from his day with his cousins that he went to bed at 10:30 this morning at Jo-Jo's.
This week we have our conference with the speech therapist to go over the Carolina and see where Quinn falls on the developmental chart. I think he's made enormous strides in his language and that everyday seems to bring new words into his working vocabulary. I relish hearing his articulate how he feels and what we wants. It's also insanely interesting to watch his personality emerge as he doles out his yes's and no's when asked particular questions. Like a glutton for punishment, I will ask him silly questions like, "Do you love Mommy?" and because he knows it vexes me to say no, he'll shake his head, making eye contact with me the whole time with his beautiful mirthful eyes:) He's in this interesting crossroads where he needs me very much, but some other instinct in him wants independence. Of course, this will be the way of things for years to come. Luke would like me to let him play by himself upstairs. I worry that something could happen while he's out of my sight and I could never forgive myself for that. Plus, I feel like the time he has with us is limited and I should spend it well- playing with him and being attentive.
How interesting to discover how much I like to give Quinn things. For a reason I can't recall, Luke and I challenged me to go two weeks without shopping for Quinn. Oh yes, it came after a weekend where Quinn got some new clothes, a new movie and a horse and cow. Granted, the monetary amount wasn't out of this world, but I realized that the instinct to get him things I think will make him happy was strong. What I need to contain though is the pattern that when we go to a store, Quinn comes out of it with something new. Me telling him that there's no money isn't something that will or should register.
After the museum, we came back to the house for dinner. Prior to that happy time, Quinn had a minor break down in the parking lot when we had to say a quick goodbye. He cried and cried for Ethan:( Back at the house, he wanted a quick nurse, but when he heard Dad say that Ethan and Ellie were here, he dashed off. And then, the moment came. Coats were off and people were settled into the house. Ethan asked where Quinn's room was and they were off to play upstairs. Quinn was the last one up the stairs and as I went to follow him, he turned and said, "Don't follow, Mommy". My little marvelous, independent man wanted to play without my presence with his two little cousins! When I snuck upstairs later under some random pretext, he gently, but firmly closed his door on me so he could play in private. Goodness! And this was after I let him out of my site at the museum! We were in the work area and I was sitting with Lee and his little ones while we waited to use the crane. Quinn went around the corner to the loading area and I didn't move. Lee asked where he had gone and I pointed around the bend, saying that Luke thought I was too much of a shadow, over-protective. As luck would have it, Quinn popped back in that instant, safe and sound.
Luke and I go back and forth about a second child. This weekend was a reminder that Quinn would be a loving, wonderful sibling and that despite the changes it would bring to our family, it would bring great joy to and fill a need in Quinn's life.
The poor boy was so exhausted from his day with his cousins that he went to bed at 10:30 this morning at Jo-Jo's.
This week we have our conference with the speech therapist to go over the Carolina and see where Quinn falls on the developmental chart. I think he's made enormous strides in his language and that everyday seems to bring new words into his working vocabulary. I relish hearing his articulate how he feels and what we wants. It's also insanely interesting to watch his personality emerge as he doles out his yes's and no's when asked particular questions. Like a glutton for punishment, I will ask him silly questions like, "Do you love Mommy?" and because he knows it vexes me to say no, he'll shake his head, making eye contact with me the whole time with his beautiful mirthful eyes:) He's in this interesting crossroads where he needs me very much, but some other instinct in him wants independence. Of course, this will be the way of things for years to come. Luke would like me to let him play by himself upstairs. I worry that something could happen while he's out of my sight and I could never forgive myself for that. Plus, I feel like the time he has with us is limited and I should spend it well- playing with him and being attentive.
How interesting to discover how much I like to give Quinn things. For a reason I can't recall, Luke and I challenged me to go two weeks without shopping for Quinn. Oh yes, it came after a weekend where Quinn got some new clothes, a new movie and a horse and cow. Granted, the monetary amount wasn't out of this world, but I realized that the instinct to get him things I think will make him happy was strong. What I need to contain though is the pattern that when we go to a store, Quinn comes out of it with something new. Me telling him that there's no money isn't something that will or should register.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Like a Magic 8 Ball
Sometimes Quinn will sometimes shake and shake his head, furiously from side to side, laughing the whole time. Sometimes, when he is trying to express himself, but doesn't have the words to use, he'll shake his head back and forth, like he's trying to jog his memory. He also has a wonderful habit of saying "Umm" prior to a new statement that he really considering:) Everything about his speech lately is exciting and evolving. The sentences his lengthening, just like his vocabulary keeps growing. It is such fun to conversate with him! Of course, he also has developed a really fantastic ability to ignore things we say, even if we're speaking right next to him, at his level. Right now, he wants me to run with him. He races- faster and faster- around the house. We also have started pushing carts around the house, shopping for groceries. We spend a large amount of time placing make believe cookies in our cart. The colanders are still the funniest hat he attempts to wear, but that doesn't mean he won't place an empty paper towel roll or other obscure items on his head and call them hats. We now own a tennis racket and balls and we broke down and purchased his first football t-shirt since Nana and he watched the football movie with The Rock this past weekend. Nana is convinced he needs to make it through all the classic disney movies before 2011 and the big trip; I think we could all live without Cinderella in our life:) 'Course, maybe I'm a jaded gen-x feminist gal:)
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