Catching Up

It’s been a really long few weeks and the Shit Show Saga continues, however, I’ll post an update about that once I get some pathology results back from the lab. 

I haven’t written about Quinn in a quite a while because of all the emotional turmoil that being pregnant and then miscarrying brought. I write these posts to amuse you all, but also so that I can read them once he’s big and has an attitude problem so I can remember how cute he used to be. When I don’t write posts regularly, I feel like I miss some details and these days won’t last long, I want to remember as much as I can! Not to mention, I take 300 pics a day so I have too many to go back through 😉.  I’ve been taking lots of notes though, so go pee and grab a drink before you get started; it’s gonna be a long one. 

Several weeks ago now, Quinn had his first episode with allergies/seasonal cold. He didn’t have any symptoms other than a runny or stuffy nose so I say it was allergies but Philip says it was a cold so there ya go. Anyway, I called his doctor and asked if there was anything I could give him to help dry up his snot and he said, no, he didn’t recommend giving any child under 6 years old allergy medicine. He told me to use nasal suction and saline drops and call back if it got worse or hadn’t cleared up within a week. The advice to not give allergy medicine probably clues some of you in to who is NOT his doctor since the other pediatrician here in town recommends Claritin for everything 😂. Itchy eyes? Claritin. Runny nose? Claritin. Broken leg? Claritin. Okay, I’m kidding about that last one. Probably. 😉.  Anyway (again), I thought using the nose sucker was going to be an issue since every other kid on the planet hates it, but nope, my kid is a weirdo who LIKES it 🤦🏻‍♀️. He laughs when I do it and when I ask him if he wants me to suck his nose, he tells, “yeah.” 🤣. This makes my life easier so that’s cool. 

He has learned so many new words and concepts in the last few months, it’s amazing. When he’s ready for bed, he tells me, “nap.” He says, “love you” and “sorry,” sometimes first, without prompting. He went around the kitchen this evening telling me, Philip, Sansa, and Soph “love you,” several times. One of us have to answer for the dogs though and tell him they love him back 😂. This rule also applies anytime he’s wearing a hat or sunglasses, we each (including the dogs) have to tell him he looks cool 😂. He tells me “I know,” alllll the time, to most anything I tell him. He answers “room,” to any question that involves the word “where.” I mean, technically, whatever it is I’m looking for is most likely in a room so he’s not wrong but he’s also not helpful. He provides commentary on everything he does, like “coming,” “running,” or “climbing,” as he scales your body while trying to relax on the couch, and “bounce” as he assaults your torso with baby butt hops. Philip does bath-time with Quinn and taught him to call his penis his horn. He has become very interested in it as of late and constantly grabs it and names it. He’s also very curious about other people’s “horns.” He assaults me daily by grabbing my crotch and saying, “horn.” We’ve been telling him I don’t have a horn because I’m a girl and girls don’t have horns so now when he does it, I only have to say, “I don’t have a horn,” and he says, “girl.” 😆 He grabs Philip’s all of the time and while I try not to encourage it, I can’t help but laugh. He even grabbed my niece, Haleigh, one day and said it. She didn’t know what he said so while we were telling her, my other niece, Kate, started backing slowly out of the room, not wanting to give him a chance to check for hers 🤣🤣. 

He looks cool, right? You had better tell him 🤪. 

Quinn’s absolute favorite word to say? “Done.” Here are some examples:

Me: “Buddy, we need to change your diaper.”

Q: “Done.”

Me: “Let’s put some pants on so we can go pick up our groceries from the store.”

Q: “Done.” 

*Ad comes on TV*

Q: “Done!”

We’ve just recently started some screen-time with him. The recommendation is to wait until age 2 but sometimes I just really need that electronic babysitter so that I can get something done. These new shows are horrible and I hate them all 😂. He started out watching music videos—songs like Prince Ali from Aladdin, Old Town Road, Gangnam Style, and What Does The Fox Say. Yes, these were guided by my husband because they are not popular anymore so he wouldn’t have heard them otherwise. These all have a name so that Quinn can tell us what he wants to hear. In order from above we have: Dance (it’s the Just Dance version), Horse, Gum (Quinn came up with that one), and Fox. He eventually got bored with those and somehow we ended up watching two kids named Dianna and Roma play with toys. They weren’t awful, I could tolerate them. However, after they went off, Blippi started coming on and that’s his current favorite. Unfortunately. 

We sometimes talk to him while he’s watching and use it as an opportunity to teach him new words. He talks constantly, even when he’s playing alone. He’s starting to pick up more phrases and repeats some back to me that I say to him all the time. Like, for example, he always tries to hand me something—his bink, a toy, etc., at the worst times. I’ll be peeing and he’ll try to give me a book to read. I tell him, “sit it down,” and that we’ll read it when I’m done in the bathroom. Last week this happened, and I said, “I’m peeing right now,” and he said, “sit it down” 🤣. 

I know it’s pointless and he probably doesn’t *actually* grasp what it means but I often tell him to “please be careful,” and while I know he’s just mindlessly agreeing, it makes me feel slightly better when he answers, “k.” 🤣. However, he will also lie to me and tell me that he lied so I should probably not feel any sort of comfort in that whatsoever 🤦🏻‍♀️. He likes to play tricks, but he pulled one over on himself the other day. We had some salt and vinegar potato chips and he wanted to try them. He made some hilarious faces and gave them a second and third taste, but ultimately ended up not eating them. A few days later they were out on the table and he wanted one again. Philip asked Quinn to bring one to him. Quinn got one out of the bag, walked across the kitchen and acted like he was going to put it in Philip’s mouth but then at the last second stuck it in his instead. The look on his face when he tasted it was priceless. He must have forgotten what kind of chips we had 😆. Another trick he likes to play is kissing anyone other than who asked him for one. Like, if Philip asks him for a kiss, he’ll come and kiss me and vice versa. One day I asked him for a kiss and Philip was working. He looked around and spotted Sophie, so he went and kissed her 🤦🏻‍♀️. He kissed the dog instead of me!

He loves our girls so much. He says “Sansa” about 893 times a day. He even named a giant stuffed horse that belongs to my niece, Kate, “Sansa,” and insists on playing with it every time he’s at their house 😆. Honestly, they’re pretty close in size and the same color so I see the resemblance. 

He has a love for oversized stuffed animals, apparently, because he has a lion and an elephant that are each almost as big as him, and those are part of the bedtime entourage that invades our sleeping space. We also have Baby, his doll, and Baby Sansa, a miniature version of Sansa 🙄. We’re still co-sleeping and I really don’t hate it. I lay with him until he falls asleep and he sleeps all night most nights. Getting him to go to sleep can be a chore sometimes as he’s developed a distraction technique when he’s not quite sleepy enough. He likes to go through a list of names and wants me to tell him where they are 🙄. Such as:

Q: “Lulu” (Lori)

Me: “She’s at her house.”

Q: “Haleigh”

M: “She’s there too.”

Q: “Co” (Coen)

M: “He’s there too, and do you know what he’s doing? He’s sleeping. You need to go to sleep like Co.”

Q: “Kate”

M: 🤦🏻‍♀️

The gang’s all there!  

Speaking of sleeping, we switched Quinn’s room with ours a few months ago. Our old room is much bigger and we thought it made more sense for that to be his room, in case one day he has to share it with a sibling. We plan to paint animals on the walls in that room but until we do, I can’t bring myself to cover up the ones on the walls in our new room. 

Quinn cracks us up when he’s always wanting to put things in his shirt, or rather, on his belly, such as balls, tape, water from a spray bottle, a yoga block, which doesn’t fit but doesn’t matter. He’s always wanting to use the spray bottle to help “clean,” but he always ends up with wet hair and needing his shirt changed. He also likes to spray other’s bellies. Others are also not excluded from his shirt shenanigans and Philip woke up with a pretend ice cube in his shirt one morning. I told him he should just be glad it wasn’t a real one 🤷🏻‍♀️. Quinn must have been very gentle placing it in Philip’s shirt because he didn’t even know it was there until he was brushing his teeth 🤣. Quinn loves the plastic ice cubes that came in his play kitchen and I love hearing him say the words ice cube because it sounds like “asshole” for some reason 🤣. I’m not sure where his belly obsession came from, but I even have to hold it while he’s falling asleep. He literally takes my hand, pulls his shirt up, and then places my hand on his stomach 😂. He likes it when it’s his idea, he’s not a fan when he starts being a sleepy jerk, thus pinching or kicking or some other limit testing behavior, and I restrain/cuddle him. I hold his belly then so that he can’t twist and assault me. To try to persuade me to let him go, he says, “nice,” meaning he’s going to be nice 🤣🤣. 

Checking for Baby’s bellybutton

Spraying his belly 🤣

Got a drill for Easter, what did he do? 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

Guess how many will fit 😉. Ignore the two black spots on the wall behind us, I’ve started drawing his elephant. 

I mean, I’d be pretty excited if my fridge had an ice maker, too 🤷🏻‍♀️  

We have to be mindful to his location as he “beeps” his safety stool all over the kitchen because if he happens upon the butter dish, there will be bites taken 🤦🏻‍♀️🧈. This has happened more than once. You can’t even get it out of the fridge without hearing, “bite!”

While he has no problem strewing random objects throughout the house, taking kitchen utensils to the bathroom, for example, for what purpose I don’t know, he does at least ask before he dumps things out 😆. He’ll say, “dump?” to make sure it’s okay. He does try to be helpful and anytime I get out the broom, he’s right behind me with his, usually sweeping the pile I’ve just collected in the opposite direction of where I’m going 🤦🏻‍♀️.  He watches me do everything and I enjoy seeing him mimic some things. I routinely pick things up from the floor with my toes and Quinn has started trying to do it 😂. I can’t wait til he can master it because that will be a fun new way to get him to clean up his toys 🤣. 

He wanted to play with oats but as soon as he was done he said, “mess” and went and got his broom to sweep it up ❤️. 

Sophie is less helpful and just using cleaning tools as pillows 🤷🏻‍♀️  

In the past week he has fearlessly mastered riding his bike down the small slope in our driveway. The neighbor girl parked her princess car in his path one day and he was even able to stop himself; a skill I didn’t know he had so I went needlessly running to save him from splattering himself against it. 

He has peed in the potty 4 1/2 times but it’s not something I’m pushing still. He occasionally tells me he wants to pee and I put him on the potty and he gets right back up without any action. I say he’s used it 4 1/2 because this most recent time literally resulted in one drop of pee but it’s still a win in my book! He often tells me he has peed after the fact and always tells me when he poops and wants his diaper changed so maybe potty training is on the horizon! 

Quinn had his second Easter yesterday and it was a great day. He’s at such a fun age. We went to my brother’s house and Lori, along with 3 of their neighbors, planned an Easter egg hunt in their yards for their kids. Quinn gathered about 15 eggs while most of the other kids got about 75 each 🤣. He became way more interested in a small bench they had in their yard and a dog statue in their garden 🤦🏻‍♀️. 

Way to find the eggs, bud 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Giving our neighbor, Megan, who was trying to illicit a smile for me, some attitude. 

Da da da da! A Reese cup! 

Some of my homemade decor: felt and pom pom garland and carrots (pictured above), and bunny garland (pictured below) 

I made the small bunnies from material I had saved from a pair of pajamas pants that belonged to my

Mom 💜. 

I’m so excited for the warmer weather coming this week so that we can play outside. Sunshine heals the soul and my boy would live outside if he could. 

I got him this awesome wind/rain shield for his stroller. It’s been so helpful recently with all the crazy wind and going for a walk 20 times a day at the toddler’s request 🙄. He literally goes and gets in the stroller and yells “ready!” until I come over to him. This shield does indeed have air holes and ventilation, in case you wanted to ask, like my husband did 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄.

I’ve got quite the story to tell about Part 2 of my miscarriage drama. Stay tuned, details will be out soon!