Quinn and I have been sick for something like 3 weeks now. Consecutively. That means in a row. WITHOUT A BREAK.

So now that warmer weather is upon us Q and I will go outside every few hours and run around like mad only to rush back inside and cough our lungs out and wipe snot off with our sleeves.

Over all it has been a very educational illness.

Dear Q,

I love the fact that when Dora asks you to “say map! say map!!” you have to yell it. “MAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!!”

This is attempt one at blogging for you again. Because I love you.

Also because it has almost been a year since I last wrote and that is just…pathetic.

Love,
Mama

This morning I stuck my finger in your mouth to feel if there has been progress on your molar that has been trying to break through for weeks now.

You furrowed your eyebrows and then took your finger and stuck it in my mouth.

You then shook your head no and stuck out your tongue.

You may not have a lot of words yet but you communicate pretty well with what you have.

There is progress on the tooth. I am sure you would have just told me had I asked, right?

Dear Quinn,

You are now 14 months old. That means you are soon off to college. I realized that I have failed as a parent in showing the internet your naked bum enough times to be suitable to send you away to school. Here is a video showing your above average intelligence (and naked bum).

You still wont say any recognizable words other than “mum”. Your cognitive vocabulary is massive, however. Take for instance the word “no”. You think that is probably the funniest word EVER. You shake your head no no no and laugh when I say it.

Your doctor, she is MEAN, and she said that if you don’t say more words than mom at 15 months then there is trouble. I am not sure what she means by that Son, but she has minions that work for her that carry needles in their back pockets. Consider yourself warned.

I love you.
Mama

Quinn was awake until somewhere around 3 AM last night. (this morning?) So we took pictures with the web cam - which we have done at all hours of the night for his whole life now.

No - he wasn’t tired.

It is amazing how hard this mom thing can be at times but all it takes is one cuddle and a nuzzle behind his neck and everything, EVERYTHING, is right in the world again. I hope he doesn’t get mad when I try to smell the back of his neck before prom or something. Would that be awkward?

Anyway. Sad to see Michael Jackson leave us. I sat down with Quinn and tried to explain how important Thriller was in my upbringing. He shook his head no and ran away. So then I made him listen to me sing man in the mirror and we are the world. Just ask the husband, it isn’t a delight to listen to me sing we are the world.