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.