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.