Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Banana

Banana who?

Banana paper.

This is Quinn's knock knock joke. It makes very little sense, but it is wonderfully adorable, like most things about him. He is becoming more and more wonderfully independent. He can dress himself almost entirely when it suits him and he also can get undressed with the same aplomb. Luke is being exceptional about mornings with Quinn. He has him in this lovely routine of sitting on the toilet, brushing his teeth in the morning and getting him ready. Quinn slept with his Dad last night and never came into my room at all. It's been a week now-- or maybe more- and he's been nursing free. Wild. I suppose in the grand scheme of things, this is very good news, but I can't help but pause a little and think back on the end of this phase of things. Just as Quinn seems to want to be a baby and talks about wanting to be in the swing, lay in the crib, he is moving forward as a little boy. He needs me just as much, but senses and knows that Dad is more able to be there for him these days. I know the new little one will need me very much, but it is with some sadness that I say farewell to Quinn's role as my only baby. He has been throughout such a source of joy and happiness and will obviously continue to be, but he will have to share that spotlight and that will be hard for both of us. Alright, feeling mushy. Loving my family.