ABC's

Quinn and I sing out ABC's together on the way to Jo-Jo's. It's pretty fantastic. He's got nearly all of the letter down and joins in with me, and likes that he knows the words. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. I tried to introduce Quinny had a little lamb today, but maybe I should have stuck with Mary because he stared at me like I was from another planet:) Yesterday was an interesting testimony to routine. Because Luke had the day off, he and I dropped Quinn at Jo-Jo's together. The addition of Daddy on the trip was not a bonus and Quinn disliked that Dad was with us. Plus, when we're all in the car, Dad drives, but when we go to Jo-Jo's, Mommy drives. Quinn could hardly decide who he wanted to be driving. His schemas were all distorted. Then, when we picked him up he was even more distressed. Now, part of that had to do with his exhausting day and the school age big boys being there, but I think he also needed his normal time to be with Mom, nurse and debrief. Poor soul. He cried all the way home.

Speaking of the nursing and tears, both real and unshed. We have purchased a bed for Quinn. For one week, it was next to our bed in the room. That became tired quickly because the appeal of the bed- for me- was so close and the twin bed took some getting used to for my back. Plus, Quinn craves more and more room in a bed and the twin bed with me in it isn't a great fit. Still, Quinn doesn't want to sleep by himself so we're trying to mix things up. Now, for about a week, Quinn's bed has been in his room and he's been sleeping pretty much full time in there. I say pretty much because sometimes I crave the space and comfort of the big bed and so does he. On his first night in his room, he went down early and I snuck away. Then, Luke and I were able to chit chat and hang out in our room without Quinn. It was pretty surreal. One minute, I feel weary from nursing and ready for space of my own and in the next, I don't want to alarm Quinn and I'm ready to stick with it as long as he needs. And he does love it. Sometimes when he's nestled next to me or across my body, he is so perfectly happy and at ease, so completely trusting of me... it's difficult to describe. I did some more reading this weekend about weaning and they say to not refuse, but not to offer. They say to change the routine, but not to do so drastically so that nursing may be more desired because of the upsetting change. It's all wild. At the heart of it all, I love Quinn and I want to be here for him as best as I can, for as long as I can.