My son is marvelously imperfect. Lately, there's a sassiness to how he may first speak to someone. When corrected, he adjusts his language so that he is nicer and more respectful, but there is certainly some element of bossiness:) Of course, I was titled Bossy Becky, so he comes by it naturally. Actually, I think the modeling is from school and more specifically, Quinn's BFF McCall. Having seen the two of them at the Chuck E Cheese party for ND a week or so ago, McCall wears the pants in that friendship. She leads and Quinn follows along:) Don't get me wrong, she's a sweet girl, but I theorize that there's a chance Quinn knows his role with McCall, but is eager to establish a powerful role in other segments of his life. And honestly, I don't want him to be a kid who does exactly as he is told in life, but I suppose I like when he listens well to me:)

Christmas was a fascinating affair. Quinn did pretty well with the advent calendars, though we know now not to use chocolate ones as they are too tempting. That was Grandma McCammon's deal, not ours:) We bought the sensible and probably extravagant Lego calendar and it day by day created a very cool village winter scene. Nice. Christmas morning came and we were excited to bring him down stairs at 7:30. Luke had stayed up late to build his kitchen and had all of the Santa gifts wrapped in hohoho paper, to distinguish it from the family paper. Quinn saw the lovely gifts and started to cry. Where was Santa, he wondered? He was devastated that the big man wasn't there to deliver the gifts themselves and had been more interested in seeing Santa in his own home than the gifts themselves. Needless to say, Luke and I both realized that perhaps we had needed to be more specific about Santa's plans and delivery method-- next year...

This year we didn't make the Macy's display, which was a bummer. The season was SO very busy that we just couldn't get downtown. He did go to the Breakfast with Santa with Grandma McCammon and Santa made an appearance at the Beck Christmas for Nicky and Quinn. With my Mom, he had to observe Santa from a distance for some time before he was ready to approach, but eventually he did. With the Beck's, he was unsure and quiet, but did sit on Santa's lap- eyeing him the whole time with some suspicion. The idea of Santa was alive and well in many of the films Quinn watched this holiday season though, including the excellent next Pixar short, Prep and Landing, The Santa Clause 2 and the classic Reindeer series Lana and Larry gave to us a year or so ago.

Quinn received a plethora of quality gifts and was keen on opening presents this year. We picked up a kitchen for him, a Buzz shirt, a Buzz and spaceship lego set, books, a Phinneus and Ferb movie and a winter ensemble. Believe me when I say that clothing is not a gift he cares much about getting, but he needed a new jacket, hat and we got him a cool scarf/neck wrap deal.

One of my favorite holiday moments of the season was on our way down for Christmas Eve dinner with the McCammon's. It had been a rough day and evening as Quinn had been up the previous night throwing up a ton. We were very careful with him the following day and when we had to eventually pack up and head to Burnsville, Quinn was deeply unhappy and crying a ton. After much protestation, we made it out the door. Luke was wise and put the holiday music radio station on and we made our way south. The song Feliz Navidad came on and Quinn was pleased and began to sing along. This was one of the songs from his preschool sing along, so it was nice to hear him sing some of the words since his performance at the school show was absent:) Anywho, the song comes to an end on the radio and Quinn wants to hear it again. Bless him for knowing that modern technology usually allows for repeat. In a parenting pinch, Luke and I turned the radio off and began to sing ourselves. Oh, the pain of our blended tones and pitches and a total lack of knowledge about the words. When we came to the Spanish section that wasn't Feliz Navidad, we both broke into pathetic humming... it was absolutely hilarious and wonderful.

As testament to Quinn's deep love of Star Wars, when we arrived at Ethan and Ellie's house yesterday for the Edberg Christmas celebration, he immediately found Ethan's light saber and carried it with him the whole day, even sitting with it at dinner. Right now, I can hear Quinn in the background, running about with his police stick, which he has turned into a gun-like weapon that sounds a great deal like a laser blaster from Star Wars:) For Christmas, he added a few new Star Wars lego kits to his collection and two Star Wars books. He also, compliments of Dad, had a Star Wars tree in his bedroom.

Familiar and common phrases: "Member, Mommy" or "Member, Daddy". There are many references to what we should recall or remember. "Told you" is another common phrase that alludes to our inability to keep up with Quinn's many realizations. We are also told on multiple occasions that "Member Mommy, told you..." and that paired phrase is quite nice:) He also now redirects us and says that Daddy told him something that could happen and that I should acquiesce. We aren't sure if this is an act of actual mischief or if he is trying to simply explain the other side and it sounds affirmative without meaning to.

We still very much like suckers, pizzas and going to Noodles and Company. The other day after coming back from the Beck's Christmas, we stopped at Noodles for dinner and for 50 some minutes, Quinn sat and ate and visited with us. His fruits are primarily red delicious apples and bananas, but he also has started eating my strawberry fruit snacks which is a cool move. I can hear him now in the background saying, "To the city and beyond" which actually translates to "To Infinity and Beyond" but we'll not mince words.

Due to his illness and the mayhem of some days, Quinn has delighted in wearing his pajamas well into the days. Right now he's wearing his new red snowman pajamas from Grandma Edberg and couldn't be cozier. He also had a dandy new pair of flannel-like Buzz pajamas from Nana and Papa. He also is the proud owner of a couple of pretty tacky looking Star Wars pj's, which he adores:) We are still remarkably content in diapers and when I say we, I mean Quinn. I don't mind him taking his time, but believe me, he is content in his pull ups:) I suppose his only point of discontent is that he sometimes would rather just putter along all day without having to change and it's annoying for him to have to stop for a change. Funny.

My son is still the most gentle and sweet little boy that I've ever known. It is not uncommon for him to take my hand as we're sitting next to each other and hold it. He likes very much to cuddle face to face and cup my cheeks in his hands. He will very gently rub my forearm or back without provocation and just to be sweet. The other evening he rained kisses on Dad and I, back and forth as he sat between us in the bed while we read stories. Truly, his affectionate and loving ways are one of my very favorite things about my marvy son. On the other end of the spectrum he remains a devoted light saber user and instructs people on how to stand and hold the instrument. When he just recently told me that there were imaginary mean guys in the living room, he told me I had to get my sword. He had his stick/gun. When I raised my hands with fists he told me that I couldn't fight with my hands:)

One hilarious moment recently came when we tried to watch Mary Poppins. He likes to sing the "Let's go fly a kite" song from the movie and it is one of Lana's favorites. The movie starts out with a darker screen and you can see the cloudy rooftops of buildings. That scene, to him, was scary. Now, he'll sit contented through the Clone Wars and not shirk, but MP is scary. Funny. To be fair though, he considers a number of things scary lately. Upstairs, when no one is up there, for example, is scary and the same with downstairs or even a darker room. We do our best to talk about how there isn't something scary there, but we also accompany him so that he feels safe.

Misc. notes: My son likes things to be zipped up nearly all the way when he wears them. There's no middle ground for him. Quinn has enjoyed ice cream with his breakfast at least 3 times in recent memory. Quinn went sledding for the first time with his cousins Ethan and Ellie at the Huber farm just yesterday. He liked it very much. He actually got a sled from Grandma Beck, but we haven't taken it out yet. It also lacks a rope attached to it, which is kind of a bummer because toting him around on snow isn't nearly the task if carrying him. I dragged Ethan, Ellie and Quinn around the farm yesterday and it was fun:)