Quinn loves to be tickled. Luke is a superb tickler. He has Quinn squealing with delight, protesting and then jumping right back into the fray for more. It's a sort of perfect kind of happiness to witness. Yesterday Quinn and I made masks. They had apparently made some in school, but none appeared in Quinn's art drawers so to appease him, we made some at home. The tiger masks were sweet and funny, but beyond that, it was Quinn's excitement to crawl around like a tiger, turn our hands into paws and make "raaring" sounds together. My tiger mask was a sad creation, but Quinn didn't care a lick and enjoyed playing with me. One of the new terrific joys of being Quinn's Mom is his reading. At night, he will sometimes stop us during story time and tell us the story. He'll ask us to turn the pages, but at each new page, he tells us his own version and summary of the tale and in most cases his version includes a pull quote that is right from the book and accurate. He did this the other night with "What was I scared of?" from the Sneetches collection and last night, it was while Luke was doing his narration of the Snowman that Quinn would take over now and again and correct Luke when he would stray from his normal narration. I love that his memory is so active and his internalization of reading so unconscious:) Hopefully, this morning Quinn will be more agreeable to getting dressed. His new jammies are such a pull for him:) Besides, they need to be washed.

Friday we have a person lined up to interview for my position in the spring. Kind of exciting to get things rolling. I've got a training tomorrow and am taking a personal day on Monday for the ultrasound. It will be cool to see how much she's grown sine our last visit there. We're also meeting with the life insurance guy on Monday to get all of our ducks in a row for number 2. Life with the new car is going along swimmingly. I'm finding myself increasingly comfortable with the role of a passenger. I don't know if its the late term stages of pregnancy or simply not ever really liking to drive, but I love our carpooling and riding along with no responsibility.

Yesterday morning Quinn rose and immediately wanted to play his Lego SW game. I feign (and actually feel) a certain level of detachment from video games and don't want to be the go-to person for them. Maybe it's lame, but Luke and I have our roles and specialties with Quinn. I like baking with Quinn, prepping his meals, making his lunches, doing his laundry, etc. Luke is a great tickler, good about Quinn on his shoulders and playing video games. Both are very important roles and while they may seem to fall into gender categories, I don't wish to cross the line. I don't want to be an expert at the Wii. I don't think Luke wants to take over my duties either. At the same time, I do want to present to my "children", to coin an expression that will soon be reality, the balance that we have and the ability we both have to do either ones duties. i don't want to appear deficient to my role or relegated to certain tasks and I am sure Luke is on the same page.

Bought a few more bay girl items the other day while shopping at Southdale with Luke on the way down to Le Sueur. It's interesting to me how girl clothes seem almost always suited for a dress up occasion and boys clothes are designed for always relaxing. It's a weird mix and odd that the clothes determine the occupation or activity of the child. I'll do my best to shop smart for the little girl so that she has as much freedom and flexibility as Quinn to get dirty and be active.

Ok, back to bed before the actual wake-up time. Feeling sleepy:)