Helplful Observation

Quinn always seems to wax philosophical when we're in the car.

"Mom, I've been alive for twelve years and that seems like such a long time.  I can't imagine how old you are.  You've got me nearly quadrupled!"

Mom: "Well, it seems really short to me!  It goes so fast."

Quinn: "You're already half way to the finish line, Mom!"

Nice.  Thanks for that helpful insight, son.

Sassy pants

Quinn: "Reagan, you're annoying the heck out of me.  You're just so annoying!"

Mom: "Quinn, that's not nice.  The bickering all three of you are doing is annoying me!"

Quinn: "Well, you're welcome to leave the room, mom."

GRRRRRRRR.  That won't take much convincing.  Maybe not the room.  Maybe the house.

Thanks For That.

Quinn was sitting next to me on the bed, his hand on my shoulder.  Then he tapped me.  And then he tapped my arm again.

"What do you want?  I'm right here!"  I say.

"Nothing.  I'm just watching how your arm reverberates whenever I hit it."

Jiggling fat.  Nice. 

Music Man

Both boys are making music digitally and posting it on Soundcloud.  Colby was astounded when someone he didn't know, one "Katherine Higgins", liked his song and started following him. Tonight he said "I think I need to make another techno song, because my fan liked the techno song I made.  I have to please my fan."  Singular.  Fan.  Too funny. 

Why Am I Not Surprised

Quinn in charge of cooking dinner tonight.  I heard him busily working in the kitchen while I lazed in the living room playing the piano.  My heart was full.  Work was being done without any of my input or supervision.

After awhile, Quinn asked me to come in to ask a question.  That's when I saw what was on the menu for the evening.  Peach Cobbler.  And bacon.

His perfect meal.

Maybe not the most well-rounded meal, but he made it himself!