"Oops, sorry."

I'm hearing this from the other room because Quinn has just accidentally killed his father's lego player. At times, this happens when Quinn and I are playing together. He is sweet and funny as he tries to apologize for ending our lego existence. Quinn likes to begin his entreaties about playing the game in that he can, "do it all himself" but then he inevitably needs help from Luke or I to get to the world he wants:) Of course, to be fair, he knows how to use the myriad of buttons on the two remotes and can do far more than I can in all of the world.

"I'm ok"

My son is hilarious and I love the sound of my voice, always. When he is not near Luke or I, say, downstairs while we are upstairs, and he tumbles or falls, he will always call out, "I'm ok" to let us know that all is well. There is something so innocent and sweet about his acknowledgement that he is going to be alright and that he knows we will quickly ask him how he is doing. He knows we care and that we want to see him be safe.

Today he and I were having our "pic-i-nick" on the front stoops while he ate his pizza from the shopping store and then we did some walking up and down the block. He wanted for the two of us to walk backwards together so we did. Then, he must have done something with his stride and he hurt his butt. Then, he twice asked me to touch his butt to confirm that it was hurt. Very funny stuff.

Quinn is all about the woodpecker that hits up the tree outside our window. He finds it incredibly entertaining the sound it makes and we listen with eager eyes and ears for the sound of the woodpecker. Quinn's imitation of the woodpecker to his Dad was also very entertaining. I impersonate the woodpecker by taking my hand and patting it quickly against my nose. Quinn does a full-on head bob act back and forth. Marvelous.