Quinn's voice makes me happy

I love the sound of Quinn's voice, especially at moments like this when I'm actually sitting in the dining room working (yes, I'm taking a break) on my stupid grad paper, while Quinn entertains himself with his legos and Wallace and Gromit in the background. I love the sound of his voice because it means he's manipulating character and creating something imaginative and fun with his mind. I glance into the room and he's got little lego men and women running up a lego piece that looks like lawn (or something). His ability to play solo is pretty astounding, not simply because it gives me time and space to do a sundry of things, but because his propensity to focus on something for a length of time without adult influence is growing and that kind of intellectual independence is awesome. Earlier, as I was napping, Quinn joined me for his nap. Even though I was awakened by his presence, I chose to feign sleep. Quinn snuggled in next to me and then, started breathing very loudly, on purpose. He placed his cheek next to mine and a lego figure started to dance along my upper chest. The heavy breathing continued until I woke up. Naturally, Quinn smiled and then he launched into an introduction to the lego figure on my chest. The little man had a treasure box and in it, he explained, was something for my birthday. Sweet boy. It only took about 3/4 of Horton Hatches an Egg and he was napping soundly:) Luke wants me to be better about putting Quinn's pants back on after I change Quinn's diapers. Usually, it's in the evening and I just let him run around pantless. He likes it and I get to see his cute little boy legs. Luke claims this is why he doesn't bring the camera out because our child is never clothed. Me, I have an image of Quinn's feet on the desktop of this computer, in addition to one where my naked son is sitting on Dad's lap (adorably). Must return to the paper.

My darling son

Ah, the adventures we have had. Sometimes I bask in his glory and know that I need to write more often about my brilliant one, but I mistakenly believe that I will remember more of what he does. Of course, this is a false truth because even as I write in this moment it is difficult for me to conjure anything except for a feeling that he is marvelous and good. One of his newest treats is that he likes to say things multiple times in a row. Usually this is a question and it's usually in 3's. He has also taken to laying down over one of the ottoman's until his face turns red from gravity and then he asks for help getting up. That, or he wants you to sit before him so he can see you from his upside down stance:) Last week without Luke was especially exhausting, but we pulled through despite a few moments where I was putting a kicking and reluctant child into his car seat. His new favorite shows are snippets of dinosaur train and word girl. He's a PBS boy more than ever nowadays and that's pretty cool. He's got the sweetest little red whistle now that makes funny noises when he exhales and inhales. He and I picked this up at Creative Kids Stuff this past Saturday when we met Tashy and Sidney for coffee. He managed to spill a ton down his front, but still looked adorable. Preschool continues to go well, even though he is exhausted in the evenings. His teachers report that he has good energy, a good group of friends and is very relaxed there. It's cool to have an exact measure of what he ate by looking at his lunch box. Here and there we have good potty moments. He peed on the pot last week, but the following morning was content to let me feed him his cereal in bed while he laid in a puddle of pee. Funny kid. Quinn likes granola bars, which is awesome and peanuts too. He is big into balloons and knows that when we pass Trader Joe's that that is the store where he gets a balloon. Morning sickness and general nausea has made me quite the picky eater and my nose is forever averse to certain scents, especially meat lately. I also have the gagging response to vitamins. Quinn and I continue to co-sleep and I was cheered to hear that my midwife nursed until her son was three and also coslept. At some point my dear boy will have to stop laying across my chest, but for now we're ok. Quinn likes the idea of me having two names, Mommy and Becky and that Daddy is also Luke. It doesn't make sense to him that he is Quinny and our son. He'll grasp that soon enough:) We recently had our screening at the Speech and Language Place. He tested on the low side of normal so we have to wait and see if insurance will approve therapy sessions. It would be great if they would for the additional support, though it is one more thing to add to our already busy week. Quinn didn't make it to boys class this week because I think he just wanted to stay home and chill. Poor kid.