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Our boy is 2! That’s so hard to believe 🥺. He’s getting so big 😭. Like, the day after his birthday, he decided to just start saying a bunch of new words and phrases that I’m still deciphering. I’ve tried to keep a record of all the things he does and says as he grows but I knew there would come a point where I wouldn’t be able to. I think we’re almost there 🥺. One thing that he says very clearly is, “Sit DOWN,” much like an exasperated teacher who has told the same student this 5 times before. The difference is, he says it to Philip and me because he wants us to watch Blippi with him 🙄🙄🙄🤦🏻♀️. Also discernible are, “yeah no way,” “2-1-2-Go!,” and “help!,” in the middle of night when there’s no emergency, he just isn’t comfortable and wants me to adjust him into a snuggle 🤦🏻♀️. He makes a high pitched scream-squeal that he says is a siren. Usually he mimics one when he hears it but one time he screeched and I asked, “Did you hear a siren?” He said, “Yeah. Me.” 😂 Okay, then. Sometimes he’ll even tell you what kind of siren he is impersonating with a “police,” or “ambulance,” explanation. He’s getting pretty good with his conversation skills and likes to practice. He came to me one day while I was working in the garden, pushing his lawn mower, and said, “Hi, how are you?” I would reply, “Good. How are you?” He would say, “Bye,” and then leave. One minute later he would come back for the same exchange. He did this at least 15 times. Repetition is the key to learning 🤷🏻♀️.
I like to take him with me when I drop off the recycling, because even though we don’t get out of the vehicle, he still gets to see and hear the exchange. The last time we went I told the man collecting the goods out of my trunk, “Thank you,” and Quinn said, “Nice,” to remind me that saying “Thank you,” is nice🤣. He has picked up some different concepts and has funny ways of showing them. For example, he will randomly pop into Downward Dog pose and say, “Upside down.” He also has a good grasp on big and little. I was getting out of the shower one day (why do I feel like so many stories I tell start this way? 🤔 the kid has no boundaries 😂) and drying off. Quinn came in and got one of his washcloths and started “helping.” He pointed to my towel and said, “big,” and then showed me his washcloth and said, “small.”
He definitely watches everything around him. He has his own, child-sized shopping cart and before he went to push it around the house the other day, he got a rag and wiped down the handle first 😂. He wants to pet every dog he sees and I have no idea where he gets that from 🤷🏻♀️. Just kidding, it’s totally me. And Philip. But he sees me do it at the market. I have chased people down who brought their dogs and passed me before I got to say hello 🤪. Okay, just people I know. I’m not a weirdo. He has taken from the other kids around us, calling me Aunt Kim 🤦🏻♀️🙄. He thinks it’s suuuuper funny. When I ask him who Aunt Kim is, he says, “Mama,” so he knows what he’s doing 🤪.
Upside down. And no, idk why there’s a random water shoe beside him 🤷🏻♀️.
I asked him about his boo boo one day and he told me “Moke (smoke),” meaning it made him mad when he got it and smoke came out his ears 🤣. He’s been messing with his ears a lot lately and because I wasn’t sure if they hurt or if he was just checking for smoke, I had Dr. Gary check them at his 2 year well check. They’re fine. Thanks, Blippi 🙄. His appointment was awful and I’ve never seen him throw a fit like he did at their office. They asked him to stand on the scale and you would’ve thought they wanted to cut off his arm. He screamed and cried. I had to hold him, which made me very hot and the screaming made me anxious. When they gave me a pack of gummies to try to bribe him with, I couldn’t even open them because my hands were so sweaty 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️. I was also that extremely unhelpful mother who mentioned how she DIDNT bring his comfort object (his bink) so that was a good thing to say in front of him. It was like I forgot how to do this because of a little screaming 😆. Having an audience to an unexpected tantrum is a whole other level. If we had been at home, I would’ve just stayed calm and asked him if he needed a hug. He always says no at first but then always changes his mind and calms down within a few minutes. After a pack of gummies, a popsicle, and two stickers that had balls on them, he finally calmed for his exam with the doctor. He was still in a “no” mood but the screaming and crying subsided. His growth is great and he has no concerns so that part went well, at least.
Since I mentioned his bink (when I shouldn’t have mentioned his bink. Omg it’s almost laughable now how flustered I was 🙄), I thought we were going to have an issue last week over it. I was trying to get Quinn ready to leave for Walmart and his bink was no where to be found, yet he was insisting on having it. I told him we would just stop at Dollar General and get some more, the only place in town that I know of that sells the ones he likes. So we went to Dollar General at 10:30am on a Monday and the lights were on but the door was locked. I pulled on it, knocked on it, and nothing. An older man, who has one leg shorter than the other, came hobbling up and I told him the door was locked. Assuming that I’m just a feeble woman who hadn’t pulled hard enough (even though I’m holding a 27 pound toddler in one arm 🙄), he said “I DON’T THINK SO,” and pulled on the door with all his might……with the same result I got. Told you 🤪. He left then and I called the store. No answer. I had no choice then but to go to Walmart without more of his usual binks and try to find some similar ones. I let Quinn pick them out and he chose ones that glow in the dark. This is a huge game changer and a great advancement in my book. Catch up, Dr. Brown. Anyway, I had asked on FB if anyone knew what was going on at DG and no one did. It was an hour and a half later and the door was still locked, according to others, so I started to worry that something may have happened to an employee since the the lights were on, as if someone had showed up for work that morning. I called the police and asked them to do a wellness check, and they said that they would. I heard later that the employee had reported to work but then decided to quit so she locked up and left. Glad no one was hurt or had an emergency. Anyway, after we got home from our Walmart trip and had purchased new binks, I found 2: 1 in his diaper had that I usually don’t take out of my car, and the other in the freezer 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️. He literally just lets them drop out of his mouth wherever he is at any given moment and he had wanted an ice cube before we left 🙄. He really likes having 2 binks at once and telling you, “Two.” I like when he takes 2 of the non glowing ones to bed because he almost always loses one, which usually ends up under Philip 🤦🏻♀️. The other morning he had taken two to bed the night before and found them both when he woke up. I was aware that he was playing with them but not quite awake, until I looked over and saw he had stuck one in Philip’s mouth while he was sleeping 😂😂😂. Philip told me later that being woken up by having a bink shoved in your mouth was pretty weird. I’m still laughing about it as I type this 🤣.
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His diaper bag got an upgrade. He’s two now, time to start carrying his own shit 🤪. Don’t even bother telling him it’s on wrong 🙄. He doesn’t care. Or believe you 🤷🏻♀️.
Because Quinn usually has some social anxiety while in bigger groups, we decided to try to keep his birthday party pretty small and only invited our families and two friends who each have a child the same age as Quinn. We were worried he may get overwhelmed with all of the attention on him but there was no need, he loved it 🤣. He made us sing happy birthday to him for several days after his birthday. We planned his party for the day after his birthday but gave him his big present, a train table, on his birthday. We thought it was going to be awful to put together but it was actually pretty simple so we were able to put it together the night before and he woke up to it in his room, as a surprise, on the morning of his birthday. He was so excited. I love surprising him. His Nanna shipped him a gift from Amazon that had to be assembled. Philip put it together on his birthday morning so that it would be ready to go when he woke up from his nap. My friend, Chris, stopped by to drop off a gift to him after she bought 4 baby chicks from Tractor Supply. Quinn was not a fan and did NOT want to hold one 🤣. My friend, Lisa, who makes awesome cakes, dropped him off some cupcakes. He was so happy when we sang happy birthday to him and let him blow out a candle. I didn’t get any cake for him to eat on his actual day, just the cake for his party, so that was extra sweet of her to do and made his day more special ❤️. His party was wonderful and he had a great time. He got some other great gifts and I feel so grateful to know so many people love him 🥰.
Finding his train table in his room 😃
His tractor from Nanna. It came with a wagon on the back and he immediately climbed in it and said, “Mama,” wanting me to drive him around 🤣. It came with a remote control, thank goodness, because he doesn’t quite understand how to use the gas pedal just yet. He liked it on the first day but told Philip, “No, scared,” a few days later when he wanted to take him for a ride. He’ll grow into it.
Chris got him a wheel barrow that he can actually use. I can’t wait to put him to work 😉.
Chris’ baby chicks. I think it’s totally wrong that they come in a Happy Meal-like box but okay 🤪.
Yes, it’s cute. 
It pooped on Philip’s hand 😆.
Thank you, Lisa 🥳
He loved being sang to.
And blowing out his candle.
And eating his cupcake 😂.
As well as his Blippi cake.
And eating Funny, Fun Ice Cream.
And the awesome decor, created by Mama 😉.
Quinn has recently become enthralled with my brother. Everything is “Uncle Greg.” I told him, “Listen kid, you don’t wanna play with him. I know from experience. He holds people down and taps their chest, he throws footballs ‘to’ (at) you really hard when you’re on a trampoline so you’ll fall off, and he’ll tell you to sit down and move the chair out from under you so you’ll fall on the floor.”He, unsurprisingly, ignores me. He wants to look at pictures on my phone all the time and when asked what he wants to see, it’s a toss up between Uncle Greg and the park. Those are not equally fun, in my opinion 🤪. Although, he did bring his two miniature motorcycles to our house on the 4th and Quinn LOVES motorcycles, so maybe he’s a little bit fun 🤪. The problem with looking at pictures is everything he sees, he wants to do again and gets mad if it’s something we can’t do 🤦🏻♀️.
He loves this one and so do I: Kate and Lincoln walking him over to the park. I told him I wasn’t going, just to see if he would go, and he did 🤷🏻♀️ I went anyway, of course.
I was taking pics of him sitting on that step, looking all cute. Next thing I know, he lays back and says, “Fall.” 🤦🏻♀️🙄
But just look at his face and how funny he thought that was 😆😆😆. He cracks me up.
While I was scrolling through my pics to show him, I found this and the next one…
When I asked him who took these pictures (obviously him), he said “Dada.” So he lies, too 🤪
I gave the girls a bath the other day and of course, it was a THING 🙄. They hate getting a bath, I hate giving them a bath, and for those reasons, well, it had been a while so they smelled like fermented garbage. They didn’t really smell that bad but it was time. We always have to do Sansa first because she’s a stubborn asshole and if she figures out what’s about to go down, she’ll go hide and hunker down with all her might. I had to drag her ass about halfway to the bathroom and she’s not light. Quinn said he wanted to help so I let him come in with us. I got Sansa into the tub with a mighty heave ho because there’s no way she would get in willingly. Quinn was doing a good job “helping” by getting me a washcloth but that ended when he started giving Sansa his bath toys 🤦🏻♀️. I had to put those up but it’s tricky to try to do anything else while Sansa is in the tub because you have keep one hand on her at all times; but preferably keep your entire body against the side of the bath tub to create a barrier. She’s always plotting her escape! Anyway, I scrubbed her really well and then spent ten minutes trying to get all the soap off of her 🙄. When I was finished, I told her she could get out and she did—throwing about as much water as a blue whale breaching the surface of the ocean for a gulp of air 🙄. After I dried her (and the entire bathroom 🙄🙄🙄), she went straight to the door to be let outside. Now, I’m no amateur so I know what will happen next but I also know she just got really worked up and may have to actually pee. Ha! Lies. She just wanted to go roll in the grass 🙄. At least it wasn’t mud. Or shit. 🤷🏻♀️. I just sprayed her with some smelly stuff when she came back in and ruined her day again.
Sophie was up next and while she puts on a good show of solidarity for Sansa, she secretly likes getting a bath. Once I heave her big ass into the tub, she is perfect and unlike her sister, doesn’t spend the entire time pushing against me, trying to escape. Finally, something Sophie thrives at! Big surprise that it’s something where she receives all the attention 🙄🤦🏻♀️. My whole body hurt for two days after lifting them. PSA: I’m old.
Me post dog bath 🤬
Sansa post bath 🤦🏻♀️
The night before the baths, I was ready to trade Sophie in for a dog who doesn’t whine at 4am FOR NO REASON 🤬. She came into our room and whined until she woke me up, which doesn’t take much because I’m a super light sleeper. I got up and opened the sliding glass door for her to go out and SHE WOULDNT. I then woke Sansa up to take Sophie out to pee because she’s a big freaking 85 pound baby who won’t go out at night alone. Anyway, Sansa goes out, Sophie doesn’t 🤬🤬🤬🤬. So I’m like, ok, maybe she wants in bed, which, by the way, doesn’t require my permission anytime but especially not at 4am. Just get in the damn bed, dog! Nope, she doesn’t want that either. So I started whisper yelling at her to go back to the couch. I go back to bed and 5 minutes later, she’s back to whining at me. The second round of whisper yelling included lots of cuss words (because then she knows I’m serious, right? No, but it makes me feel better) and then what happened next? Quinn woke up. He must have gathered that I was mad at Sophie so he started *not* whisper yelling, “Sophie!!” At the top of his lungs 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️. So then I’m like, “Quinn, it’s bedtime, stop yelling and go back to sleep.” Sophie goes in the living room because Quinn is a Sophie repellent. A few minutes later, she’s back again and Quinn is yelling again 🤬🤦🏻♀️🤬🤦🏻♀️🤬🤦🏻♀️🤬. It was a circus and I got no sleep and the next time she pulls that shit, she’s going in the basement. I would just close the bedroom door but then she would just stand outside and whine at it 🙄.
