Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Quinn is 1!

Quinn you're 1! How did that happen already? Well it happened a month ago actually, but your mom is pretty slow on the blog front these days. Better late than never.




I went back to work about a month ago and you've handled it perfectly. As expected the mornings and evenings can get a bit hectic and chaotic feeling trying to get everyone ready and out the door in the morning or fed and bathed before bed at night but you hardly seem phased.


You are into everything. Everything. I don't remember your brother being as tough to keep an eye on as you, but I am sure he was. I will check on you in the living room and then step into the kitchen for all of 20 seconds which is enough time for you to motor down the hallway and into one of the bedrooms to inevitably empty a drawer of all of it's contents. You're stealthy like a ninja. And for all the toys you have scattered around the living room you would much rather play with the remote control, turn your humidifier on and off or investigate the mechanics of a toilet seat. After chasing you for about the millionth time one day, your dad said "She sure is curious. More curious than Brooks was." That was a nice way of putting it.

Speaking of Brooks you two are still the best of friends. You have your moments of course and you've started to hold your own again the brute, but for the most part you are both most concerned with making each other happy.


A lot of the time you can be found with a sock in each hand while you are getting into trouble. And everything, those socks included, goes in your mouth. We are pretty positive you swallowed a piece of chalk one day. Thankfully Healthline and poison control put my mind at ease that although you may have a tummy ache you would in fact survive.

You finally cut two teeth. But that's it for now. Although your bottom two teeth coming in meant for some sleepless nights, your dad and I are anxious to get this teething show on the road so meal prep doesn't take so long. Mashing or cutting everything into dozens of pieces is getting old.


You love to shovel handfuls of shredded cheese in our mouth and I think could survive on cheese alone if we let you. Your other favourites include toast and jam, carrots, yams, yogurt and blueberries. Honestly though, you don't hesitate to try anything we put in front of you.



You are walking! In a matter of about two or three weeks you took your first steps to proudly wide stepping it all the way down the hallway. You nearly run at times and for the most part have graduated from the arms in the air ape walk to looking like a cowboy sauntering up to a gun fight with his hands on his holsters or a George Jefferson-esque swagger.

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You poop in the tub. A lot. That's your thing. You're a tub pooper and proud of it. The last time you did it, Brooks caught a real kick out of saying "The Tub Pooper strikes again!"


You natter and chit chat all the time. Brooks sometimes claims he knows what you are saying and almost always uses it to his advantage. The best is when you try to mimic someone. At your birthday party your cousins were all talking/yelling at each other at the table and it didn't take long before you were chiming in. You do say mom, mommommom, dad, dadadada, yeah, a version of hi and even make a sort of huffing noise when we ask what the puppies say. Just in the last couple weeks your dad has taught you how to make sneeze noises. It's the cutest thing when you say "ah ah ah ah doh."

For the most part you've been an amazing sleeper. We know how spoiled we are in that area. Aside from restless and even sleepless nights because of teething, you typically go to bed by 7:30 pm and are up between 6 and 6:30 am. You've also almost entirely cut out your morning nap and have a solid afternoon snooze for us. The best though is when you fall asleep in your high chair. I don't know what it is about babies falling asleep while eating, but I love it.



You are demanding. Not in a needy, sucky way. An assertive, no bull kind of way. When you want your bottle you let it be known, when you want to eat you let it be known, when you are getting tired you let it be known. You've even gotten into the super sweet habit of walking into your room and pulling your cuddle blanket out when it's nap or bedtime. It's hilarious to watch you walked up to your crib, reach in, plant your weight and then rip that blankie through the rungs like you're about to tell it exactly where to go and how to get there, but instead your gently pull it up to your face and smile.

Your 1 year immunizations were a breeze. You are still on the tiny side compared to your brother at 20.5 lbs, but tall at 29 inches. You are wearing mostly 12-18 clothes, but some pants are too big in the waist for you even though you have hips and thighs to spare.


You dance! I can't get enough of it and you especially love to be encouraged and cheered on when you do it. The best part is the excitement we've shown over your dancing has brought your brother out of his dance shell. You have the knee bend bum pop covered and Brooks has some mean shuffling/break dancing skills. I could chant "Go Quinn, Go Quinn, Go Go Go Quinn!" and "Go Brooksy, Go Brooksy, Go Go Go Brooksy!" for hours.

We love the Little Miss you've become over the past year. Although you've grown in size, you haven't outgrown your easy going nature or your need for independence balanced perfectly with being the best cuddler. I can't count the number of times your dad and I exchange "how awesome is she?!?!" glances with each other.






One day Quinn, if you decide to become a mommy, I will share more specifics about the beautiful, incredible moments, the real, honest struggles and all the amazing ways it's changed me. But for now, all you need to know is this past year has been the absolute best and hardest year of my life and you were a part of every single second of the best and all of the joy that got me through the hardest.  Me, your daddy and Brooksy are all better for you becoming a part of our family. You are our Quinners and our world just wouldn't be as bright without your big brown eyes and hairline raising smile.



Thursday, 10 December 2015

Quinn - 10 Months

I promise I had every intention of writing a 9 month blog for you Quinn, but our laptop quit on us. Thankfully the geniuses at the Best Buy Geek Squad, Apple and iWorld, were able to get it fixed at no charge to us. It was like magic. I hope you grow up to have a little more techy in you than I do. Maybe as much techy as That Lady Schmidt has. That would save you some real frustration and feeling helpless like your mommy did for almost a month. But I digress. Time for some blog catch up.

Nine months is a big deal in baby time. I remember it that way with your brother and it was the same for you. Bam. Just like that you went from baby to verging on toddler. You started crawling, wasted no time pulling yourself up on furniture and are already taking steps behind your Lego walker.


















































Just like Brooks at this age, you say dadadadadadadada all the time and throw in some momomomomoms too every once in a while. I might be giving you more credit than you deserve, but I think you are using dadadadada probably rather than just making noise. I don't think there is any intent behind momomomomom yet though. You also babble and squeal to get our attention. At times it even sounds like you are giving us heck because we weren't listening to what you had to say.

You still have a tooth free gummy grin so meal time is pureed or mashed to bits. You will try anything I put on your plate and knock on wood seem to be on your way to being as a good an eater as your brother. You vibrate when it's time for your bottle or when I get you in your highchair and Brooks or I put a mum mum on your tray. You LOVE carrots and peas, cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken, ham and even devoured the kidney beans I picked out of my chili. Thanks!


























Your long hair and not so polite eating habits make it almost necessary for a nightly post supper bath. It's much easier than struggling to wipe your face clean. You hate getting your face wiped and your mom is an anally thorough wiper.

I keep thinking you are going to wake up one morning with a mouthful of teeth since I can tell they are on the verge of popping through and you seem to be in pain some days. You've had a couple nights where they've woken you up and you've need some cuddle time and I don't mind one bit. I wish it was under better circumstances, but I love the quiet Mommy and Q time.

Even though he gets a teeny bit too rough at times, you had the scratches on your cheek to prove it, you worship your big brother. And aside from his monster size, inability to know his own strength and difficulty with sharing, Brooks adores his Baby Quinn too. He helps me sing Patty Cake to you when you are having your diaper changed and makes sure I don't forget to mark the cake with a Q for you.



























We had to give up on clipping your hair back with bows for now as you were trying to eat them so cutting your bangs was the next step. It took me a few days to get used to it because it made you look so grown up, but gawd it's cute. You are a dead ringer for Dora. So this had to happen. If you sit still for me, you sometimes get the front pony tail too. That's about the extend of my hair doing abilities. Sorry.





You did great at your 9 month check up and immunizations. The nurses commented that you are very tall at almost 29 inches, but still so much lighter than your monster of a brother was at just 18.5 lbs.

Even though it's hard to believe you could get sweeter you did. You've started to give hugs and even awesome slobbery opened mouth kisses. Quite often it's unprompted, but always needed. And your smirk and giggle get your dad every time. I swear you have a special little smirk reserved just for him.


























You love to just be in the action and seem to be taking everything in. It's still so easy to take you out with me and I love having my sidekick to keep me company on days when Brooks is at daycare. You hardly say boo when we go get groceries and have a blast at gymnastics even though it's during your nap time.









Brooks started calling you a "Beeeaaaauuutiful Lady" and he couldn't be more right. Inside and out Quinn. All beauty. You are the best of all of us and a reminder of how very easy it is to choose to be happy. We love you, love you, love you. xoxoxox











Friday, 9 October 2015

Quinn - 8 Months

"Well, that just made my day!" I heard that three times the other day when you treated absolutely everyone you saw with your special smile. And I couldn't have felt more proud of you Quinn.

No matter where we are, you don't let anyone get past you without a smile. And most of the time it stops people in their tracks and they can't help but come over and try to get another 1, 2 or 10 grins out of you. I hope you never lose that desire to make someone's day. It takes very little, but can mean so much.


You're 8 months old and once again have changed so much since my last post just two months ago. You are a pro at sitting up now and roll and scooch yourself backwards all over the place. You've started to get up on your hands and knees and rock back and forth and even attempted to pull yourself up onto things. Crawling and standing will definitely be a part of our next post.


























I am not sure what you weight right now, but you are comfortably out of 6 month clothes and wearing 9 month and even some 9-12 month stuff. You started off slow, but you are catching up fast.

Just the other day I finally got rid of the bathtub support and decided it was time you sat in the tub without any help. I don't think I am moving you along as fast as I did your brother, partly because I don't want you to grow up any faster and partly because you seem so much smaller than he was. It's also probably a second child thing too. 




And thank the lord! You have stopped puking so much. It still happens, but your disgusting factor has definitely decreased. Or has it? You've replaced puking with being as or even more messy an eater than your brother was. The plus side is you are as good an eater as he was, but every meal has me trying to wipe sticky bits of mum mums or crusted puree out of your hair.

You currently love cheese, bananas and yogurt. You also have yet to turn your nose up to anything I throw in the blender for you. We are still waiting on teeth but you still manage well with some finely chopped finger foods.


You were sick for the first time at the end of August and really scared your mom for a couple hours. A stomach bug hit you hard and it took us several hours to get you to keep any sort of liquid down. I was very worried about dehydration, but thankfully your dad thought to call the healthline and we were told exactly what to do.


Although you haven't said any words yet, you natter away all the time and can roll your Rs like no one's business. It's the curtest thing ever!

You continue to be my easy going sidekick and I can't thank you enough for making life so easy. You are happy to do what it takes to make sure your brother gets the attention he needs or when mommy needs just a little time to herself. 





























Speaking of your brother you continue to idolize him and he loves you to bits. He loves to play with you as long as he calls the shots on what toys you have, but you don't mind. I have even caught him sharing his beloved Paw Patrol or Cars toys with you. That's huge Quinn.




Quinn we couldn't feel more thankful that you are ours or thank you enough for making our day every day. You are exactly what we need, exactly when we need it. xoxoxo