'Cause

My son is super smart. Lately, when I ask Quinn "why?" he wants to do something or needs something, he replies with "cause". Silly boy. He smiles every time he says it. Today we are giving Quinn his very first bike. It's red, a Radio flyer and the cutest thing you've ever seen... that is, until I get to see Quinn on it. Ever since Matt bought himself a bike, Quinn has been aching for one and there's little he wants or verbalizes that we say no to.... I don't mean that he is spoiled, just that he doesn't require much:) The only thing Quinn asks for lately that we don't give him is the "Bear" movie or rather, Kung Fu Panda. After Quinn wacked me across the chest, kung fu style, we decided that film wasn't quite the influence we were looking for.

We've gotten into quite the poor habit of eating dinner on the couch. We do our best to get him to sit at his little table, but a habit has been formed. As we percolate whether or not to take him out of daycare, I have to remember that some of the lessons he is learning there are about consistency and rules. I am sure he eats his meals at a table and he takes naps at the same time every day-- on his own. He has been asking for Jo-Jo today so I assume that he likes it, despite some of the recent chaos with more kids. I don't want to pull him from his routine, but I also want to be sure I can feed him...

My son loves wearing pajamas lately. He has a new set of Handy Manny pajamas and a shark set. Tragically, his Handy Manny pants suffered a blow when nail polish spilled all over them last weekend. I was painting my nails in the bathroom and Quinn found me. He wanted his nails painted too so I obliged. Somehow, Quinn's hand knocked the open bottle and he ended up with a giant splotch of paint on his pants and the floor of the bathroom and Mom were speckled with paint. Naturally, we were at the very dregs of the remover so little attention was paid to this pants. What attention we did pay didn't change much about his pants, with the exception that the color bled through to his leg and he was adorned with a bright red spot. By the next day it had faded, but it was quite funny.

We just removed his nail polish today before our Easter visit to Le Sueur. :)

When Quinn requests a band aid on his foot he responds in the sweetest way. Say, he asks for the band-aid to be on his toe or on the bottom of his foot. From that point on, he walks in a way that keeps that spot from touching a ground, walking on the side of his foot or heal. He certainly knows how to accommodate his injuries!

Things Quinn likes to eat: yoplait yogurt (strawberry or straw vanilla, nutri grain vanilla yogurt bars, cheese sticks, fries, pizza, pasta, Crispix cereal, cookies, ice cream, chicken corn chowder...

Things Quinn likes to play with: Handy Manny toys, cars, shovel/bucket, tennis racket, golf club, baseball/balls, horsey

Books we've been reading lately: Go Dog Go, The Mighty Casey, Click Clack Moo, The Empty Pot, Curious George (and the toy store, at the zoo, 1 Fish 2 Fish

Songs we've been singing: ABC's, Ring Around the Rosey, Twinkle Twinkle, Wheels on the Bus, Itsy Bitsy Spider

I used the list format just now because I never feel I can do this blog justice because I am so incredibly in awe of every single thing Quinn does. I feel sometimes like the writing in the blog is dry, but if I were to speak poetically about it all, I'd be here reminiscing about a single smile for months:)

Meet You

My son knows that when you shake people's hands you say, "Nice to meet you" except that when he says it, it comes out, "Meet you". It's the very sweetest thing. He shakes your hand vigorously and makes eye contact with you. Brilliant boy. When he is looking for you, instead of "where are you?" it comes out, "Are you?" I love the substitutions or deletions in his vocabulary. We are still pulling things a great deal. We also are spending more time outside. The other day we spent time shoveling in the backyard and hammering the side of the house. We also kicked around the soccer ball. Quinn is also all about driving the car. Getting him into his seat after Jo-Jo's is quite the feat. He'd rather crawl into the front seat and drive himself. He knows where the lights are and the mirrors. Heck, he can even open his door on his own while sitting in his seat. I have to be really careful to lock it! This past weekend Quinn and I went to the Walker for the first time for the Family Free Saturday. We had some fun moments in the sculpture garden looking at the big spoon and horse sculpture. He also liked walking through the arboretum. Quinn loves to be tickled. Lately, I have taken to writing the alphabet in his back and he loves the tickles. I don't even need to touch his back, but reach around like I'm going to and say the letter and he starts giggling. Silly, wonderful kid. His swimming lessons seem to have taken root in his world. At bath times lately, he loves to lay down in the water and float. He'll kick or push back until his head hits the end of the tub. His ears are completely submerged and his smiling face peaks out at you and checks to make sure we're watching. Quinn's newest pretending game is that there is water all around the bed or room and he needs to stay on the couch or bed because the water is rising. Pretty darn imaginative. We're newly into Crispix.

Rosy

All thing are Rosy when it comes to life with Quinn. Quinn is singing up a storm lately and knows his ABC's, Twinkle Twinkle and the Itsy Bitsy spider. He might also know Three Little Fish, but it upsets him that the fish jump out of the water and he always wants them to jump back in:) For the past couple days, Quinn likes to pull Luke and I into a fabulous game of Ring around the rosy. I wish I didn't know that the song actually dealt with the black plague, but that's hardly something I'll teach Quinn. The first time Quinn did ring around the rosy was probably at Bobbi and Levi's wedding with Ethan and Ellie. It was quite cute and still is today. I don't know where it's coming from, but Quinn has taken to disciplining his toys. His horse and Curious George seem to absorbing the majority of his avarice. He will tell George that he is a bad boy and either hit him or throw him. The horse occasionally gets kicked and/or thrown. Jo-Jo's says he's not doing it there, so I don't know where he picked it up. I do hope it passes. For the past couple days, I've been writing the ABC's on Quinn's back and he loves both the words and the tickles. Sweet boy.