Friday, June 06, 2014
Quinner :: 21 months
This little boy of mine is the coolest kid ever. If you miss one day in the life of Quinn, it feels like you miss a lifetime in the life of Quinn. He changes every single day, like most little kids do, and he is constantly reminding me of that line in Ferris Beuhler's Day off.
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around, you could miss it."
This little squirt of mine is almost two. He is so funny and smart and just melts my heart every day.
Right now, he loves sunglasses and blowing bubbles. If he sees you get the stroller out, he jumps right in, ready for a ride anywhere you are willing to take him. He lowers his own high chair so he can climb in more easily and says the name of pretty much every single food he wants to eat.
He never forgets to say please and thank-you, even when he's crying.
Quinn and Wyatt and I went to the zoo this week. Since that trip, at home, and particularly in the car, all he can do is talk about the animals we saw at the zoo. And, every animal is a baby, even if it isn't. Our conversations have been like this, non stop, since our trip:
"Baby biraffe, mama."
Yes Quinn, we saw a giraffe at the zoo,
"Baby Orilla, mama."
Yes Quinn. Did we see a gorilla at the zoo? Did it scare you?
"Uh-huh! Baby yi-yon, mama. Baby tat, zoo."
Yes, we did see the lion and the cats, too. Did you have so much fun at the zoo?
In addition to talking about gorillas, he also only wants to look at books with gorillas (luckily we have quite a few) and have me draw gorillas, which I cannot do. I am much better at fish, which he isn't interested in. This kid is completely animal obsessed. Elephant, rhino, gorilla, bear, giraffe, lion, zebra and horse...these seem to be his favorites, but only in baby form. In the bathtub, he plays with a rhino, a goat, and an ibex, which he thinks is a horse.
And Patrick Star from Sponge bob. He requests Patrick pretty often, too.
He loves to tell stories, and is starting to talk so well, even throw out some three and four words sentences which just blow my mind. We even taught him to blame his brothers for stuff, which is pretty funny. Quinn will spill some crackers and I'll say, "Oh no. Quinn what happened?" and he will look at me with a smile on his face and say, "Elliott did it!" Even though Elliott is at school. He knows it's a joke and he knows it's funny.
Every night when we say our family prayer in the big boys room, he sits on the edge of Elliott's bed with his arms folded and his eyes sort of closed. When the prayer is over he says Amen. Then he waves to his brothers and says, "Night night Eyut. Night night Iyut. Night night banket," and walks into his room with his dad to go to sleep.
Lately, we have entered the land of bumps and bruises. It probably has something to do with being very brave and figuring out how to run very fast. Skinned knees and foreheads abound, making this kid a poster child for the walking wounded. But he seems to recover pretty quickly.
This kid loves to be outside, ride his bike, jump on the trampoline, kick a soccer ball, throw a baseball, play in the water, water the flowers, and chase his brothers. I really don't know what we ever did without him sitting in his high chair and making googly eyes at us while we eat dinner.