Snoring

Quinn has been on a ROLL today, saying the funniest, cutest things. I'm writing them all down, because I just don't want to forget this age. The nice thing about having more than one child is you can use small amounts of competition to obtain certain behaviors. I have absolutely no problems getting the children into bed, because, every day, I just say "Whoever gets into the purple bed first gets to sleep in there!" (purple bed = guest bedroom). It was a tie today, so we're trying both boys in there. As I'm putting blankets on them, Quinn shuts his eyes, pretends to snore. I leaned in, and heard him snore this with each exhale.... "KKKNNNNXXXXZZZZ I win I win I win I win KKKKNNNNXXXZZZZ I win I win I win I win I win." Too funny.

A visitor at Breakfast

After we said grace this morning before breakfast, Quinn asks me "What is Jesus doing?"
M: "What is he DOING?"
Q: "Yeah, what's he doing?"
M: "Well, I guess he's listening to you pray to him."
Q: "No, He's not."
M: "No?"
Q: "He's eating breakfast with me."
M: "Yup, I bet you're right."

I'm Not Ready Yet

So I go into the boys' room this morning to find Colby crying on the floor. What's wrong?
C: "Quinn hit me! WAAAAHHHHHH!"
M: "Quinn, did you hit Colby?"
Q: "My hand bumped him."
M: "On accident?"
Q: "No."
M: "Well, you need to go give him a hug and tell him you're sorry."
Q: "I can't. My hand hurts."
M: "Well, we'll wait then. We're not leaving the room until you say you're sorry."
C: "WAAAAAHHHHH".
Q: "I'm not ready yet".
M: "Ok, we'll wait"
Time elapses. Staring at the floor occurs.
M: "Are you ready yet?"
Q: "No, not yet."
More time elapses. Staring at the floor continues.
Q: "What's wrong with Colby? Is he tired? He should go back to bed."
More time elapses. More staring at the floor.
Q: "OK, I'm ready now. " Gives Colby a hug. "I'm sorry. I love you. Would you like a blanket? Do you want a McQueen book? Let's go get breakfast."

Now, was that so hard????

Big Boys

On our way home from Minnesota this past weekend, I was listening to the news on the radio. They were interviewing members of congress, and I was getting riled up. "Oh give me a break!" I told the radio. Quinn, from the back seat, asks me "What's wrong mom?" "Oh, nothing. Just the news." "What's wrong with the news?" "Congress. It's being silly." "They're silly?" "Yes," I replied. Then Quinn said the wisest thing I've heard in a really long time. "They need to grow up and be big boys." YES, Quinn. They DO.

Don't Get Mad

On the way to the doctor's office today, Quinn asked where Colby's carseat was.

"With grandma, in case she needs to go somewhere with Colby" I replied.

"Mom... where's Colby's carseat?"

"In grandma's car"

"Where's the carseat?"

"With grandma!"

And a fourth time, in the span of two minutes... "Where's the carseat, Mom?"

"Quinn!" I replied, with obvious impatience in my voice. "Did you hear what I told you? I said it was in grandma's car!"

"Mom, don't get MAD!" He tells me. I apologized. But sheesh!!! Come on!

The Herons

We saw a family of blue herons on Grandma and Grandpa's lawn by the lake today. Quinn, from afar, said "MOM! I've got to go talk to them!" (They are taller than he is). I told him that #1)they don't speak English, and #2)if he got close, it would probably scare them, and they'd fly away. He replied matter-of-factly "No. I'll just quack at them, then they won't be scared." Good thinking. That'll fool 'em.

Scary Playroom

When the boys woke up this morning, Quinn said that he heard a "squeak squeak" in the walls, and it scared him. This is the 2nd or 3rd time he's mentioned it. Is he hearing mice? Are there squirrels? A bat? All possible, and equally as likely. Quinn's theory? "It's the dolls in the playroom. They're SCARY. They want to hurt me". Poor kid. I don't know what in his little life experience has caused him to be afraid of Raggedy Ann and Andy, but he is very afraid of them, and hides them in the crawl space every time I return them to the playroom. I suggested he switch beds with Colby, as his bed stares right into the playroom. He started laughing like I was insane. "But that's COLBY's bed! THIS is my bed!" God forbid we switch sides of the room! That would turn the world upside down! He'd rather risk being haunted by red-haired rag dolls. I think, once the baby comes, Raggedy Ann and Andy will be moved down to her room....

Grandpa Al's Tractor

Grandpa Al brought his old tractor over to the house for a short visit this past weekend. There is nothing better than something old and greasy with wheels, apparently, according to anyone with a Y-chromosome. That sentiment doesn't seem to have an age-limit, either!