Lately you've been phobic about fluff. You've never been a big fan of fluff -- have often called me in to your room hysterically to point out a piece of fluff that has found it's way into your crib that I must remove at once. In your braver moments, you will remove the fluff yourself as you assuredly tell me: "It's okay. It's just a piece of fluff." trying to talk yourself out of your fear.
But lately, you've REALLY not liked fluff. The past two nights you've found a piece of fluff in the tub and this has really ruined bathtime for you. You've gotten hysterical as I futilely chase the fluff around the tub trying to extract it, while also trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it. You suggested that we get a new tub. Barring that, you also reminded me that you're a big fan of sponge baths. I sense that we're going to have a bath stand-off sometime soon if we can't get this fluff under control!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Pedicure and Dancing
Today we went to the nail salon for your first pedicure. In typical Quinn fashion, you were very decisive about your nail color: red. You picked out such a nice red, in fact, that I decided to use the same color.
You were so patient and well-behaved in your little chair as the manicurist did your toenails. And once they were done you continued to sit patiently until I confirmed that they were dry and you could get up. You were so pleased with your pretty red toenails! And then, when the owner gave you a peppermint candy, you were even more pleased.
I can't believe you're just 2 1/2 (the nail salon folks couldn't believe it either!) and we're already getting to share such nice mother/daughter time. A sign of things to come.
Also, before I forget, I wanted to relay a story that's one of your daddy's favorites from last week: We were at the DeYoung museum listening to a multicultural band play music influenced by a widerange of countries around the Middle East. Accompanying the band were some wonderful dancers doing amazing belly dancing, slithering and slinking their way in front of the stage. When the dancers took a break, you and Marcel ran right out there to show off your belly moves. You danced for a while until someone told your daddy that the dancers were coming back so you all needed to clear the way. When your daddy told you the dancers were coming, you looked at him seriously and said: "But WE are the dancers."
You were so patient and well-behaved in your little chair as the manicurist did your toenails. And once they were done you continued to sit patiently until I confirmed that they were dry and you could get up. You were so pleased with your pretty red toenails! And then, when the owner gave you a peppermint candy, you were even more pleased.
I can't believe you're just 2 1/2 (the nail salon folks couldn't believe it either!) and we're already getting to share such nice mother/daughter time. A sign of things to come.
Also, before I forget, I wanted to relay a story that's one of your daddy's favorites from last week: We were at the DeYoung museum listening to a multicultural band play music influenced by a widerange of countries around the Middle East. Accompanying the band were some wonderful dancers doing amazing belly dancing, slithering and slinking their way in front of the stage. When the dancers took a break, you and Marcel ran right out there to show off your belly moves. You danced for a while until someone told your daddy that the dancers were coming back so you all needed to clear the way. When your daddy told you the dancers were coming, you looked at him seriously and said: "But WE are the dancers."
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
What a Good Idea!
I love how easily thrilled you are. Here are just a few recent enthusiastic comments from you:
1. "This is the yummiest dinner I ever had! Thank you, mommy!" - you say this often...usually just a few minutes before deciding you've had enough and want something else!
2. "That's a good idea!" - said often in response to any little suggestion I might offer.
3. "I'd love to do that, just as soon as I'm done playing." - said in response to my suggestion that we go to Maggie's to play.
4. "Thank you for my great treat, mommy!" - in response to being allowed to read a book in bed with your daddy while holding the flashlight in the dark.
5. "Yahoo! I've always wanted to do that!" - remarkably, this exclamation was merely in response to being allowed to place my toothbrush back in the toothbrush holder!
1. "This is the yummiest dinner I ever had! Thank you, mommy!" - you say this often...usually just a few minutes before deciding you've had enough and want something else!
2. "That's a good idea!" - said often in response to any little suggestion I might offer.
3. "I'd love to do that, just as soon as I'm done playing." - said in response to my suggestion that we go to Maggie's to play.
4. "Thank you for my great treat, mommy!" - in response to being allowed to read a book in bed with your daddy while holding the flashlight in the dark.
5. "Yahoo! I've always wanted to do that!" - remarkably, this exclamation was merely in response to being allowed to place my toothbrush back in the toothbrush holder!
Freckles
It's official. You have freckles. Just a few, scattered here and there across the tops of your cheek and bridge of your nose. But they're definitely there. You even checked them out yourself in the mirror. (And insisted that you have some on your belly too...but you don't.)
While they're very sweet on your little face, they make me sad. I feel like it's the first marking of age on your perfect little body. It just represents to me, I guess, that time ticks on and changes come. Your unmarked skin is now marked; the body that used to be almost permanently attached to my body is now almost too heavy for me to carry.
We were dancing the other day at a show in front of the Contemporary Jewish Museum. We were tangoing and I was twirling and dipping you, as much as I could! A woman came up to say that she remembered doing the same thing with her little girl...who was now 32. Everyone says it goes so fast and, while certain days can drag and even minute to minute can feel like an eternity sometimes, it really does seem to go too fast.
While they're very sweet on your little face, they make me sad. I feel like it's the first marking of age on your perfect little body. It just represents to me, I guess, that time ticks on and changes come. Your unmarked skin is now marked; the body that used to be almost permanently attached to my body is now almost too heavy for me to carry.
We were dancing the other day at a show in front of the Contemporary Jewish Museum. We were tangoing and I was twirling and dipping you, as much as I could! A woman came up to say that she remembered doing the same thing with her little girl...who was now 32. Everyone says it goes so fast and, while certain days can drag and even minute to minute can feel like an eternity sometimes, it really does seem to go too fast.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
I'm Trying to Be Nice!
Shelly met you all for lunch today at Yerba Buena. She reported that you were crawling all over Josh and, apparently he wasn't giving you the attention you wanted and expected. So, you looked him right in the face and said: "I'm trying to be nice!"
As though Josh could possibly have missed all 33.5 pounds and 38+ inches of you squirming all around him!
As though Josh could possibly have missed all 33.5 pounds and 38+ inches of you squirming all around him!
This Duck Is Tired...But Doesn't Want to Sleep
Lately the duck has still be tired after bath, too tired to quack. But just to ensure that this doesn't mean that we think we're in for an easy bedtime, you have assured to that "this duck is tired, but doesn't want to sleep." Got it!
A few other quick things to capture:
1. In talking about our upcoming camping trip, you have decided that all the kids (you, Ella, and Marcel) should sleep in your tent with your flashlight. Your red flashlight. Your big red flashlight (just so we're not confused). You told me I should just sleep in a different tent.
2. You were very sad to see Grandma Linda and Papa go. You asked if you could go with them and said that you were going to miss them, be very sad, and that you were going to cry. When the time came to say goodbye, you refused. You don't like to say goodbye. Me either.
3. You delighted in telling me all about how baby Mo gave you upside down smiles. You really like being the big girl to babies and your dollies. Your favorite thing is pushing Samantha around in her new stroller (though you did not like the sticker on the stroller that said "For doll only. Not for child use." This made you sad. I had to remove the sticker!)
4. You ask me to keep you company. And are always checking to see if I am going to "spend a lot of time" with you.
5. Yesterday you were very into talking about disappointment, how disappointed that Marcel was that Mo's mommy didn't come with you guys to the Academy of Arts and Sciences. Oh, was she disappointed. You still love to dwell on the drama!
A few other quick things to capture:
1. In talking about our upcoming camping trip, you have decided that all the kids (you, Ella, and Marcel) should sleep in your tent with your flashlight. Your red flashlight. Your big red flashlight (just so we're not confused). You told me I should just sleep in a different tent.
2. You were very sad to see Grandma Linda and Papa go. You asked if you could go with them and said that you were going to miss them, be very sad, and that you were going to cry. When the time came to say goodbye, you refused. You don't like to say goodbye. Me either.
3. You delighted in telling me all about how baby Mo gave you upside down smiles. You really like being the big girl to babies and your dollies. Your favorite thing is pushing Samantha around in her new stroller (though you did not like the sticker on the stroller that said "For doll only. Not for child use." This made you sad. I had to remove the sticker!)
4. You ask me to keep you company. And are always checking to see if I am going to "spend a lot of time" with you.
5. Yesterday you were very into talking about disappointment, how disappointed that Marcel was that Mo's mommy didn't come with you guys to the Academy of Arts and Sciences. Oh, was she disappointed. You still love to dwell on the drama!
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