Today Quinn is three, and in honor of this momentous event this post is all about him. The youngest of four I am sure isn’t easy but he always seems to have an opinion on something and do his best to make sure his opinion is heard. At just a couple days old showed a clear preference to being worn in the babyhawk carrier instead of the Moby wrap. These days he’s adamant about being worn in his silk sling instead of the nice, weight-distributing Ergo and even though it’s my shoulder he still manages to win the argument. In reality who could turn down the opportunity to snuggle face to face with this cute little boy in a never-ending sling hug. He certainly spends many an hour on my hip but these days he spends more and more time exploring the world around him. His siblings call for him more and more, inviting him into whatever game or story or project they are working on and he happily scampers away joining in the fun. A few weeks ago he started learning the potty, and I’ve been washing less and less diapers. It seems like just yesterday I had three boys in diapers and now ZERO! I can tell you that’s a change both I and my washing machine is loving! In a few months he will start preschool, the image of him hopping out of the car with his little school bag is one I can hardly wrap my head around. It just seems there can be no way that my baby, my teeny tiny, blue-eyed, blond-haired lil’ man who came splashing into our bathtub into daddy’s hands is three. And yet he is…
Here is the brief interview he would sit for:
Favorite food: Pizza and apples
Where do you like to go? To the mall
He almost sounds like a teenager…
