Q and A Poolside

Like Father...

As I was getting Quinn dressed to go run Saturday errands, Ben was getting ready. And look what happened. They are even wearing the same New Balance tennis shoes with ankle socks.
The only thing Ben is missing is a juice sippy cup.

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Ben, Quinn, and I were shopping in Lowe's the other day when a Hispanic boy, probably 10 years old, was walking down the aisle toward us. As he got closer, Quinn started saying, "Hey Manny! Hey Manny!" I understood what Q was saying, but was wondering why all of the sudden he was talking about Handy Manny. Just as the little boy past us, it hit me. You see, Handy Manny is Hispanic. And Quinn thought the little boy resembled Handy Manny. Isn't that amazing?

Pool Day

It seems we have a half-boy half-fish for a son. From the time we got to the pool today, Quinn would NOT stay out of the water. He wanted to walk in the water, sit in the water, float in the water, jump in the water, play in the water. Even after swallowing several gulps (and terrifying mommy), Q didn't quit. So, when we finally made it home I signed him up for swim lessons at the YMCA- four days a week for two weeks in June. Occupation du jour: Oceanographer.

How About a Morning Greeting for Mommy!

8:45 am- I hear the nature sounds start up.
8:50 am- Next, I hear Quinn moaning.
9:00 am- He starts to cry.
9:01 am- I go upstairs to get him up.
9:01:30 am- Me: Hey! Good Morning!
9:01:33 am- Quinn: Blueberries? Blueberries?
9:01:35 am- Me: Yes, you can have blueberries for breakfast. I love you.
9:01:37 am- Quinn: BLUEBERRIES!

To Share or Not to Share

As Quinn and I were eating dinner tonight, he started to share his chicken nuggets with me (Earth's Best Organic- try them, they are delicious!). One for him, one for me. After a few turns of this, it became...none for Quinn and two for me. Seems that Quinn's objective was NOT sharing, but just a way of getting rid of his dinner. I was outsmarted once again. I wonder if I should keep count.

What Will He Be?

Since the day Quinn was born, Ben and I have wondered what Q will be when he grows up. Like every set of parents, we hope for a doctor, lawyer, inventor, another Bill Gates. So far, I think engineer has the most votes. Since Quinn was able to crawl, he has tinkered with all his toys. Instead of playing with them, we would turn them over and mess with the screws on the bottom. And when he got his first riding toy, he ALWAYS flipped it over and "worked on it." I think I've posted about the "car being in the shop."

The occupation du jour is architect. He is into stacking and gathering materials; whether it be blocks, puzzle pieces, or food (see carrots below).
As I watched him build today, I could see his little mind a churin'. His eyes were so intent and I swear I could read his thoughts: "I know this won't hold, but I'm going to try it anyway. And if it doesn't, I will try this or that next."
When we really start thinking and talking about it, we want him to be a Christian, husband, father, humanitarian.

So Tired

Quinn was so tired after playing all day that he spread Sammy out (on top of his Elmo book) and laid his head down not to nap, but to watch Toy Story.

What Is He Thinking?

As I sit here watching tv, I can hear Quinn talking over the monitor (it's 9pm, by the way). He's running through our family names. In his heavy southern accent, he's going straight down the list: Mama, Dada, Gaga, Mawmaw, Mimi, Roo, Mama, Dada, Gaga, Mawmaw, Mimi....I can only imagine that he's saying his prayers like we practice every night.

It's Hotter Than...

Quinn and Abby got together for a little backyard playing-in-the-sprinkler fun!