Routine

When I pick Quinn up from day care it's important that I follow a routine. He likes/loves to have his chocolate animal crackers in the car on the way home. Our ride is a short one minute, but it's still vital that his snack begin once we're on our way. One day I forgot to bring his snack and he cried all the way home. Sometimes I will pick up cookies at Bread and Chocolate, but yesterday he wasn't interested in them and wanted his standard animal crackers. The dedication he has to our routine is reassuring, but also educates me on how monumental it will be when Quinn and I consider ending our nursing relationship. For Quinn, nursing is safe, comforting, loving and nourishment. It is how he begins and ends each day and how he re-initiates our time together after my work day ends and his time at Jo-Jo's is concluded.

Hilarity

Quinn likes to shuffle his feet. I don't know if he simply likes the feel of the ground against his feet or if he enjoys the sound. Either way, I LOVE to hear his soft, small feet hitting the ground with quick frequency. The sounds of Quinn's childhood will stay with me forever. For example, the way his breath exhales when he is sleeping, puffs of life expelling from his small body. The way that he says, "Whoa" with a hearty inflection, or "Hey" with fabulous articulation. The look on his face when he excitedly asks for Luke and I to chase him. "Chase, please". He's so fantastic about his "please's". He was a runner for Halloween. More specifically, he was "running behind". We dressed him as a runner with the head band and arm bands and then added a sign to his back that said "behind".

Heels

Since Quinn was very little I have been a huge fan of his feet. I love every inch of his spectacular little self, but his feet especially are so perfect to me. Right now, they're already half the size of my feet- at 2 years old. We traced them the other day on some paper from his Makoto-given easel. His toes are like mine and the shape is also reminiscent of mine. His heels are slowly forming little rough patches from all his bare foot running around the house. We make laps and laps downstairs. He loves to be chased.

Legos

When we first got Legos for Quinn it was mostly about Luke's love of the toy. When Quinn "built" his entry for the Lego contest, it was an after thought to Luke's amazing Darth Vader bust. Nowadays, Quinn is just as accomplished as his father with the beloved toy. It seems like just the other day he had little time for the building blocks and now he's able to build skyscrapers that reach towards the sky (or the top of his bedroom). I want to buy him more and more so his supply never runs out and I never have to disassemble something amazing that he has built. When he builds, his face and posture is so focused and studious. His tongue comes to the front of his mouth, just passing his lips as he concentrates on his next move. Last night we went to bed later than was normal, but I just couldn't bear to force him to sleep when he was so contented playing with his Legos. Luke continues to amaze me with his spatial abilities. He was able to build a block out of bricks that spelled Quinn's name in Legos. Remarkable. When Quinn and I were putting away his Legos this morning, we counted as we threw them into the bin. Once again, I was in awe of how quickly he remembers things. I said one, he says two and so on.

Have I mentioned about the Owey's (spelling)? Quinn seems always to have mysterious injuries that he will point out to Luke and I, or anyone willing to listen. Most of these imaginary injuries require a band-aid, which usually leads to Luke or I needing a band-aid too. Of the three or four boxes of cartoon character inspired band-aids I've purchased in the last few months, maybe 3 or 4 bandaids were used for ACTUAL injuries. Hilarious. It's a easy and relatively inexpensive way to cater to his imagination and that seems worthwhile to me.

Remarkable Quinn

Last night I was standing outside of the bathroom, pulling laundry from the dryer, and eavesdropping on bath time between Daddy and Quinn and I heard the most marvelous thing: Quinn counting. Dad would say one and Quinn would say two, Dad would say three and Quinn would say four. They went up to 11. It was so great to hear him using his numbers. He can say his letters too and sing along with the ABC song. He likes to use his wordhammer Leapfrog toy and press a button to hear the ABC song. Then, he'll sing along in bits and pieces-- one letter here, one letter there. It's very funny and also a great sign of his comprehension. He can sing along with me to Wheels on the Bus when I say round and round. He'll wheel his arms around each other, rolling them round and round in his own approximation. When I sing The Itsy Bitsy Spider he will make the signs for the spider crawling up and the rain coming down. Pretty awesome.

Boy's Class

Last night Luke and Quinn were off to Boy's Class- Early Childhood Family Education. They had a financial counselor come out to talk to the Dad's. Luke was pretty psyched to learn more about the in's and out's of why we're in a current crisis. No injuries this week; last week a new boy pushed Quinn down and he was pretty upset about it. The next day at Jo-Jo's he pushed someone, but Jo-Jo quickly put the kibosh on that behavior and it hasn't reappeared since. Asha and I got together last night while the boys were spending quality time together. Quinn was happy to see "Ash" when we got home. He was also happy to see me, which I enjoy. He was all over the place last night, energized by his evening. We read choo-choo books a couple different times before he crashed. It's pretty phenomenal when Quinn snuggles in for the night next to me. For all the quirks to co-sleeping, I do love that he feels at home and safe between the two people who love him most in the world. He wakes up and knows we will be there. He reaches for us in his sleep and curls into us for warmth and care. Soon enough he;l be occupying his own bed and his own room and the door will be closed to us and he'll desire privacy. I'm wary of those days, but I know they'll come at the right time for him:)

Language

Every day it seems that new words appear in Quinn's vocabulary that weren't previously there. The other night Quinn wanted to watch Elmo, but he also wanted to nurse, so we asked him which he wanted- Elmo or nursing and he replied, "Both". The other week he was walking about with his knees raised higher and he said that he was "marching". So, when we're in his room as opposed to the roomier downstairs, we will march about instead of running. He's all about his Melissa and Doug easal lately. He likes that I can sit on one side and color, while he's on the other side using his markers. He uses the verb "write" with great frequency and that makes me enormously happy. Right now we're in a bedtime routine with the books that are read. We need to read his "choo-choo books" and that's what he requests. He knows Mom's pillow and Dad's pillow. When we're in his room and he wants to nurse, I'll ask him for a pillow. Off he'll trot to our bedroom and come back with a pillow for me. The first time he did it, he must have yanked rather hard because it took most of what was on the bedside table with it, but he still came back happy as a clam with what was needed for nursing. Funny fellow. He's so great with his locations too. He knows when he wants to go "down there" or "up there" or "in there" or "on there". We've got the on/off relationship pretty well figured out too. He asks for his "bears" to be put on his feet (slippers) and knows his clothing words too. He truly takes me breath away with all he knows.