As an embryo you were lovingly known as Baby Hank. You are now known as Q. Qman. Qronimous. Quinnimus Maximus. Quinny Minny and sometimes Quinn. | M | T | W | T | F | S | S |
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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.
I am a mom. Furthermore - I am a parent.
I understand now more than ever what being a parent means however there was a time where I struggled with the definition of Dad.
When a young man takes the hand of a little girl and raises her as his own, he is her Dad.
Anyone can be a father.
To be a Dad you need love, patience, and undoubtedly a bit a courage.
(It also doesn’t hurt if you know how to make Barbie houses out of shoe boxes.)
Happy Fathers Day - with Love.
You have learned how to make the silliest faces.
You are passionate about your juice.
You love to hang out under things. I see many days of fort making upon us.
You smile the most when you are up to no good.
Your hair is getting curlier and more unruly by the day. This pleases me.
You always lay down right next to me when I lay on the floor. It only lasts seconds but it is long enough to make my heart soar.
You have learned to walk.
You have learned to click your cup to mine when I say “cheers!”
You have learned and often use the sign for ‘more’.
You love to share your food with the dog.
You always have to have a dog biscuit in your hand when we go for walks. You hold it firm in your hand until we get home - and then you give it to the dog.
You love patty cake.
You bring me your empty cup and sign more along with a noise I can only assume means MOM MORE JUICE RIGHT NOW!
You say mum mum mum mum as an answer to most questions.
You do not care much for teething. You let me know by crying. A lot.
When any phone rings, anywhere, you put your hand to your ear to say hello.
You still love the little Einsteins.
You learned to pat pat pat from them.
You get ridiculously excited when you hear the skype phone noise - looking for dad.
You get sad and cry when your daddy leaves for work. But excited and happy when he comes home.
You love to climb over us on the floor.
You do not like to play with your toys if they are out on the floor. You like them to be put away so you can take them out.
You pat at your diaper if it is wet to let us know.
You love music.
You love to play banjo.
Your favorite foods are peas, goldfish, lima beans, raisin bread, cheese, and lil crunchies.
You bounce up and down with excitement if I get the bottle of sparkling water out.
The open refrigerator and freezer are very enticing to you.
You are my heart.
I love you.
-Mama
