Tuesday, June 29, 2021

As always, it’s been an interesting couple of weeks around here. I think there may have been a new standard set called Quinn’s Law that states, “Everything that can be dumped, will be dumped.” He’s been a mess making machine and between him and the girls, I can’t keep up. I have three forces working against me! The girls drag out just as many toys and leave them laying around the living room as Quinn does. If Sophie finds any sort of paper product or writing utensil left unguarded while we play outside, she will shred it into a million pieces. When Quinn isn’t dumping something onto the floor—toys, water as he tries to pour from cup to cup, my purse 🙄--he is taking everything in and learning so much every day. We’ve done several activities together and now he designs his own by going and getting a new tool or other materials. I love watching him play to see what he’ll come up with next. 


An activity he definitely did NOT like 🤣. It was supposed to rain later that day so I figured it was the perfect time to introduce shaving cream on the deck, when it could be washed away. He wasn’t a fan at all. 


And one he did 😃. I was pretty sure a tractor and animals would be a hit. I made the barn from a half and half container, the mud pit from a PB jar lid, and the “grass” from felt glued to a dishwasher pod container lid. He loves to pretend to mow and to scoop the popcorn and dump it into the barn. 

He definitely understands the quantity of two, that the words yellow, pink, green, and sometimes red are colors (he doesn’t always identify them correctly but if you ask him what color something is, he will first say, “yellow,” and then possibly name one of the others mentioned if you tell him he’s wrong), and the happy emotion. Thanks to Blippi, he now thinks smoke comes out of his ears when he’s mad (he said that on one of his episodes) 😆. He’ll tell me, “Mope (smoke),” and then “ears.” He also knows what scared means. Philip asked him if he wanted to play with a toy truck and said, “No.” When Philip asked Quinn why, he said “scared,” and made appropriate facial expressions. He is really beginning to master answering who, what, where, when, and why questions correctly. 


M: “Who made this mess on the floor?” 

Q: “Sophie.”

M: “I don’t think it was Sophie.”

Q: “Quinn.”


*Brings Philip small, booger-like object and puts it in his hand*

P: “Where did you get this?”

Q: “Nose.”


*I noticed his diaper had a blue line*

M: “Hey buddy, let’s go change your diaper; you peed.”

*Opens his diaper to find surprise poop. I can always smell it and I didn’t that time, hence the surprise*.

M: “Oh you pooped! When did you poop?”

Q: “Blippi.” 

M: “While watching Blippi?”

Q: “Yeah.”


M: “Come here, we’re going outside so we have to put on your shoes.”

Q: “Bees.” 

M: “Yep, that’s why we have to wear shoes, so we don’t step on bees.”

Q: “Poop.”

M: “Right, we don’t want to step in poop either.” 


Sometimes we ask him questions that could be answered several different ways, just to see what he’ll say. Like, “Who has a big mouth?” He said Sansa, which was highly disappointing 🤷🏻‍♀️😂


This is Quinn’s diaper change spot. He insists on “elephant!” when I tell him it’s time to change his diaper. I told him this one day and someone came and sat down. This is not Quinn. 🤦🏻‍♀️

He’s still making unreasonable demands like, “Get it,” when we pass the concrete plant and see the cement trucks, or a rabbit or bird come into our yard. My personal favorite is when he sees something in a picture, like his birthday balloons from last year, and wants it 🙄. I wish I was as powerful as he thinks I am 😉. His new tantrum schtick involves falling to the ground and turning into a limp noodle when you try to pick him up. Granted, I only try to pick him up when he requests it so that, of course, makes sense 🙄. Toddlers are so wishy-washy in their desires. He is especially tantrum prone if he becomes hangry, so I try to prevent this state at all costs. From the moment he gets out of bed I badger him about what he would like to eat. I always get all nos to anything I suggest. My most successful tactic involves pretending to eat something myself. Apparently, other people’s food always tastes better than having something of your own when you’re almost two. If I just come and sit by him and stick a fork or spoonful of something by his face, there’s a 90% chance that he’ll take a bite. He’s a pretty good eater, usually, but breakfast is a fight for some reason. He will come eat at the table with us for lunch and dinner but then decide he wants down when he thinks he’s finished. However, if you say, “Hey Quinn, you want antoher bite?” He’ll typically say, “yeah,” and come back for another. Sometimes, if you don’t ask, he’ll say, “Hey Quinn,” because he wants you to ask him 🤣


He has become a very lovey boy lately and will sometimes just randomly want a hug or a kiss 😍. I will never turn those down so that will be a good source of manipulation one day 🤦🏻‍♀️. He recently learned the word naked and loves to point it out whenever he can. 

If he takes off his own shorts: “Naked.”

If you ask him if he wants to take a bath: “Yeah, naked.”

When he comes up to me and rubs my legs while I’m wearing shorts: “Naked.”

He also learned what his nipple is called and says that word very well 😆. He points to his all of the time when he doesn’t have a shirt on. Which is always. 


Quinn is still sleeping in our bed and I don’t mind at all when he stays in his own spot. I came to bed one night and he was in my spot, as usual, and I had to like stick my arms out and scoop him up like a spatula and move him over. However, he’s quick, even in his sleep, and by the time I turned to lay down, he was right back where he started 🤦🏻‍♀️. It’s a race to get laid down before he invades again. We’ll work on getting him in his own bed when he’s ready. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and says, “Mama?” in the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard in your life, and I could never kick him out when he needs me. 


He has been such a well-behaved boy in public lately and that makes me so proud of him. I had to take him with me to the market last week and before the market started, Friends of Wetzel County was doing a reveal of the new artwork created by local artists that was installed around the outside of Bruce Pool. I wanted to live stream this unveiling on the market FB page so he had to stand and wait while Dan spoke about each piece. This took almost 25 minutes and he just stood with the crowd and listened. I was so pleased with him. I also had my niece, Kate, with me, so that helped. Kiki then showed up and stole him away to her house, so that was really helpful! I’m so thankful for these two, who’ve helped keep him occupied and/or watched him for me during the market so far this season. I’m pretty sure he likes it, too 😉. 


Kiki and Chris 😘

We took him to the zoo on Father’s Day and the poor kid got car sick on the way up. We stopped in Moundsville to get donuts at Quality Bake Shoppe (if you haven’t had donuts from there, you’re missing out!), and Quinn ate about half of one. By the time we got to Wheeling, he puked it all up, all over himself and his car seat 🤮😩. It was awful. Luckily, it didn’t ruin the day and he was still happy to see the animals. If you ask him what he saw at the zoo, he’ll likely tell you an elephant, even though he didn’t 😆. Some of the animals were sleeping so we couldn’t see them very well. We told him they were napping, and he said, “Up!” See? There’s that power he thinks we have again 🤪. He got to feed the goats and he liked that very much 😃. I hope he outgrows the car sickness eventually. Technically, he can be turned forward facing when he’s two, which could possibly help, but it’s safest for him to be rear facing so I don’t plan to turn him around any time soon. 


He didn’t get to wear his super cute Blippi outfit for long ☹️.

They were very gentle. 

“Feeeeed me” 

We told him to stand there and hold out his arms like he was going to fly and well, that IS how he flies 🤣🤣🤣. 

We went swimming in the hot tub (with the temperature turned way down) this week and he had a blast. Any chance he gets to play with water, he’s a happy camper. He requests an open cup to drink from and if liquid containing vessel is nearby, he will undoubtedly combine the two, pouring back and forth, until there is a big mess on the counter. At least, however, he’ll tell me, “Mess,” when he spills it 🙄










That’s not really mustard but I think it would be fun to let him take that in public and drink from it 😂. 


While he loves the water, the girls want nothing to do with it. 


Sophie loves to sunbathe. She gets cold sitting in the AC all day. I know, I feel bad for her, too 🙄. 

I’ve tried to get them to go in Quinn’s pool but they’ll run from me and go back inside 😂. Which is a shame because they could really use a bath and doing it outside would make it so much easier 🤷🏻‍♀️. 

No, they’d rather lounge on the couch, even when someone invades their personal space. 


Sometimes she likes it though 🙂. 


😂😂😂😂


Sophie doesn’t appreciate when Quinn brings his outside toys in though and she definitely doesn’t see a resemblance 😉. The bad part about getting Quinn a ball that looks like her is I tell him, “go kick Sophie,” when one of the neighbor girls is playing with one of his other balls and he tries to take it. That’s the only time he’s allowed to kick Sophie 😂. 




Thursday, June 10, 2021

Guys, I’m struggling. 


Let me tell you about three things that happened this week that compounded to make me feel like a shit parent. 

  1. Quinn may have* swallowed a marble. I was gathering some planters to put away and saw it in one. I didn’t remove it, which was a rookie mistake, and went to get the rest of the planters, with the intention of putting them all in the storage building. I walked away for 1.5 seconds and in that time, Quinn came over, found the marble, and put it in his mouth. I think. I can’t swear that he actually swallowed it, but I can’t find it anywhere so that’s the most logical conclusion. *Edited to add, at the time of writing, I was unsure. It has since been confirmed. 
  2. I took him to the store in the middle of the day and a stranger touched his head while I was looking at something. A vaccinated stranger? From the looks of her, probably not. That’s not meant to sound judgmental, there were just many indications that a fear of Covid wasn’t the worst thing going on in her life. Either way, there’s a 50/50 chance she wasn’t, and I don’t like those odds. 
  3. I took Quinn to Story Hour at the library the past two weeks. I know what you’re thinking, “That makes you a shit parent?” Well, the first week was great, there were only about 7 kids there, total. This week there were about 20. 


Why did these things make me feel like a failure? 

  1. I’m not new to toddler shenanigans. I should have removed the marble as soon as I saw it. 
  2. I should have made sure to be mindful of our surroundings and intercepted the touching. Just when I felt as though I could start to do things again, still being mindful that Quinn is at risk, but maybe I could grab something quickly at the store, if need be, this happens. I get it; he’s cute, he has a great smile, and there’s a 75% chance he’ll talk to you. However, COVID is still around. Don’t touch people. It’s not hard. This makes me feel as though I’m going to have to isolate again and that makes me feel very, very sad. 
  3. I exposed him to nineteen possibilities of catching a deadly virus. You can think I’m over-reacting and live your life with a “I won’t live in fear attitude,” but I won’t live mine thinking “it won’t happen to me (or someone I love).” I think having experienced the tragedy of losing someone so, so important to me at a young age made me hyper aware that bad shit can and does happen. Some things aren’t preventable but some of them are. 


So, even though I spend hours planning, preparing, and executing activities to help foster his development, love him with every fiber of my being, and strive to do what is best for him, I still feel like a failure sometimes. It’s hard to see the big picture in anxiety filled moments. It’s invaluable having a supportive spouse who helps me clear my irrational thoughts and see things more clearly. I will probably take Quinn back to Story Hour. We have to weigh the risk vs. reward and this is such a critical time in his life when he’s learning so much and socialization is so important. That doesn’t make me less nervous about it. The marble problem fixed itself 💩 . That doesn’t make it less of a mistake on my part. I will continue to do grocery pickup when possible and try to avoid shopping with him during peak hours and leave him with Philip whenever I can. In a more rational state of mind, I realize these problems weren’t all THAT big. However, I’m kind of in a down cycle right now with depression and that can make every problem feel harder and heavier. I tell you this, not for sympathy but for transparency, as I’m not ashamed to talk about my mental health. I’m considering talking to my PCP about adjusting my medicine, but I haven’t decided on that yet. Depression dulls my fire. My sassy bluntness is either what you really like about me, or you really don’t, but it’s a big part of my personality. Whenever I feel down, it feels like I lose a little bit (or a lot, depending on the depth), of myself. 


Anyway, we do the best we can in each moment. 








Enjoying his snack 😆


I’ve planned several activities for Quinn lately and he mostly hated them 😂🤦🏻‍♀️. Okay, he didn’t hate them but saying he was completely disinterested is pretty accurate. Child-led activities are always best, but I thought I had really picked some that would capture his attention as they related so well to his most recent interests. I was super excited about some of them, too 🤪🤣. Oh well. We’ll try them again another time. 


He’s scared of worms so I thought doing an activity that made worms seem fun might be helpful. I made an edible “dirt” with chocolate pudding mix, cornstarch, and water and added gummy worms to it. Digging for them started out okayyyy..

I told him he could taste them 😂. You can see from the look on his face that he was hesitant. 

He definitely was NOT impressed with my creation. While he did humor me for about 3 minutes, he ultimately said, “All done,” and left me for Blippi 🤷🏻‍♀️.

My next bad idea (🤪) involved crushing Fruity Pebbles with a rolling pin to create a colorful sand-like substance that we could sift. 

The crushing took longer than expected to get them fine enough and had I put more thought into it, I would have pre-crushed the majority of it before getting him involved. We added some animal beads to sift out. 

Even though we tried a couple of different tools, this activity fell short. Sifting really requires a side to side motion and Quinn really enjoys shaking things up and down 🤦🏻‍♀️. This will be something we try again when he’s older 😉. 

Quinn LOVES play dough so I thought this activity would really be a hit. I made homemade play dough just so that it would be white. Who knew finding white play dough is so hard? Anyway, the idea was to create a confetti dough by adding tissue paper to it. 

However, he really just wanted to dump the tub of tissue paper on the floor and make foot prints in the dough 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️. 
BUT.. we tried again a few days later with his cousins and he actually attended to pushing the paper in. 


The teenagers “donated” 😉 the play dough they confetti-ed to Quinn so now he has a massive amount and we play with it daily. That’s one thing I love about Haleigh and Coen: they will still do crafts with me. Even when it’s something juvenile and totally below their level. We’ve always done crafts together and I appreciate their willingness to still spend time with me doing that 🥰. 

He’s half naked outside in that pic because he had just had his first experience with a sprinkler prior to taking it. This was another activity he didn’t care for 🤣, although I don’t take offense for that one as it wasn’t my idea. 

Kate and Ivy tried so hard to get him involved 💕.

Aside from my failed activities attempts, we’ve had days of unfillable demands (not that I’m in the habit of taking demands from a toddler anyway but I couldn’t even if I wanted to). Repeated requests like, “Turn it on,” to non-powered toys, wanting the non-detachable roof of his stroller “Off,” and an inflated ball “open”, to name a few 🙄. We’ve also progressed to super fun tantrums when he’s overly tired that consist of either “No,” “Bye,” or “All done,” for 30 minutes before conceding to sleep. Thank goodness they’re only occasional as I run a tight nap ship 😂 🥱😴.


Quinn has also tried his hand, or foot, rather, at manipulation recently. The fun new thing to do nowadays is to take off his shoes and then yell that he wants you to “Put it on!” Well, he pulled this antic on a walk one day last week while riding in his stroller. I caught him trying to remove his shoe and told him he had better leave it on so his foot wouldn’t get cold. Mind you, it’s been like 80 some degrees in the evenings so that was bull anyway. A few seconds later, shoe was removed and he was ordering us to “Put it on!” When we refused, after explaining why we wouldn’t (we told you not to take it off), he started saying, “Brrrrrr,” grabbing his foot, pretending it was cold 🤣🤣🤣🤣. You can’t beat me at my own game, kid. 


That’s not the only trick he has pulled. We have a nightly routine of walking the dogs where I take Quinn around the block while Philip gets the dogs ready (Sansa still requires a prong collar because she’s strong and lacks social skills—meaning she’ll pull you over trying to get pats from strangers 🙄). He then walks down to the trail through our yard and over the train tracks. He always says hi to Quinn but Quinn has recently started refusing to say hi back. He gets a big smile on his face and says, “No,” when Philip greets him. Philip gives him a pretend pep talk before we leave, telling him he had better say hi to him when he sees him. One day, as we were nearing our meet up spot, I asked Quinn if he was going to say hi to Dada when he saw him. Quinn told me no and I asked why. His response? “Funny.” He thinks it’s funny to tell him no 😂


He also thinks it’s funny to fling his bubble wand so that bubbles get in my mouth.




And to tickle my feet when I’m soaking them in his pool while he plays. 

Although, to be fair, he also thinks it’s funny to tickle his own feet 😆🤦🏻‍♀️


He kept saying, “Tickle,” and laughing 😂. 

He tries so hard to be helpful but the last time I was mopping the hardwood floor in the living room, he went and got a rag to help but brought it back already wet. Where did he get it wet, you ask? The dog water bowl 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️


Everything in our house is “Hiding” if you ask Quinn where it is. Not only is it hiding, but you must also search for it while saying its name in a long, drawn out manner. 

M: “Where’s your bink, babe?”

Q: “Hiding.”

M: “It’s hiding?”

Q; “Yeah. Biiiiinnnnkkkkkkkk”

*The expectation is for me to mimic this and ask it where it is---“Bink, where are you?” while we look for it*.


I turned his love of hiding things into a game, using his Blippi figures and balls. This conversation went something like:

M: “Let’s hide Blippi.”

M: “Where is he?”

Q: *laughs and shrugs*

M: “Can you find him?”

Q: “Yeah!”

Q: *lifts Blippi ball*

Q: “Astronaut!” (Well, his version of that word, anyway 😉) 

We played this FOR.EV.ER

He even hides his eyes now so I can move the astronaut (his favorite Blippi) around 😆. 

While it may seem like this post contains a lot of negativity, I assure you, I’m soaking in every moment with this kid. I’m acutely aware that someday I’m going to miss him calling me Mama, and the way he pronounces work and milk with a p on the end— “worp,” and “milp” and water like “wah-ye,” for some reason. And definitely the way he runs, and cuddling with him at bedtime until he falls asleep. As the saying goes, the days are long, but the years are short. Well, except for 2020, which lasted approximately 9 dog years. My baby will be two next month and time is just going so fast. Everyone tells you it does, but you just don’t know until you know. You know? So, for every demanding, (let me) “Have it,” “Get it,” and (let me) “Wear it,” I will try to take a deep breath and keep insisting on a “Please,” and know this phase won’t last forever ❤️ .




Quinn isn’t the only one giving me grief lately. These girls seem to ALWAYS be in the way of where I need to be. Quinn insists on diaper changes on the floor now, while laying his head on his elephant. If you have a dog, you know, sitting on the floor 100% means you want either A) sat on or B) dog kisses. Sansa is happy to oblige with both. Do you know how hard it is to change a diaper while trying to dodge a 100 pound distraction? If she isn’t trying to kiss me, she’s licking him and he’s 100% likely to open his mouth to receive them. I wish I was kidding 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤢🤮. Ugh. 


That’s HIS tongue. HE’S trying to lick HER. 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️. When I took this pic I sent it to Philip and said, “Your child is so gross.” 🙃

I can’t even swing without a dog in my way 🤦🏻‍♀️. 

Sophie is starved for attention (because her love bank is never full. Ever.) so she’s attached to my side whenever she can be as long as Quinn isn’t trying to touch her. The moment he goes to bed, she thinks I’m then obligated to pet her or let her touch me the rest of the night. She even comes in and whines sometimes if she, apparently, thinks putting him to sleep is taking too long 🤬🤫






Watching us play outside 

She’s lucky she’s cute 🤪. 


Sophie looks a little cranky but this was like the 15th take. Getting the 3 of them to look in the same direction at the same time is challenging! 


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