So much for promises.

Oops

Dear Bloggy friends,
I promise I will update the site soon! Quinn and I are so busy these days that I rarely have a quiet moment to reflect and write about his adventures. But I will put fingers to keys soon! Keep checking back!

That random blue-jeaned leg is the scarecrow. He's laying down on the job.

Architect in Training

Quinn finally graduated from the red/blue tower! He and Ben designed several new buildings last night. Take a look..
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Out of nowhere, Quinn got up to get one of his Buzz toys and ran back to the blocks. I could see his little mind just a working. Once he found the perfect place for Buzz, he said, "I build castle!" Um...how on earth does he know what a castle is?

Pumpkin Pickin' Comparison

Yes, I am being lazy today and giving you "the comparison" post. It's cute nonetheless.

2009 vs. 2010

Visiting a Mouse

No, not THE Mouse that lives in Orlando. Just the mouse in Humble, Texas: Chuck E. Cheese. What I thought would a be good, short, morning activity turned into a three hour event with us getting home at 1:30 in the afternoon! Now, CEC isn't anything like I remember as a kid. I remember a huge playroom with a ball pit that would bury a grown man, a swinging from a vine/zip line thingy, a maze of punching bags, and a lot more. And I remember a full stage of animitronics that put on a 15 or 20 minute show. None of that exist now- at least not at our place. It did have a tiny "stage" with just Chuck singing a 2 minute song that came on every 30 minutes or so. Anyway, we met our friends Maddie(and her mom Laura) and RJ (and his mom Christa) for some video game fun (well, toddler versions of video games) and ENDLESS rides on the machines. We're definitely going back...often.

The Magic Word

Amanda is out running errands the other day. So, Quinn and I are messing around. He *needs* a snack. We decide on string cheese. After the fist bite, he wants more cheese or "mo cheez." I ask him to say please. He does. "PEAS DADA, CHEEZ!" Not bad.

Next piece of cheese, I ask him to say please, again. He does.

I'm happy, he's getting the hang of being nice.

Next piece of cheese, I try something new, "Quinnie, say the magic word."

He does...

He throws his arms up in the air, gets an excited look in his eye, and then he says, "TAAAADAAA!!!" while turning around.

Perfect. "Please" is not the magic word. The magic word is what you say when you do a magic trick to make people clap...

Obviously...