Quinn at 21 months

So I’m a little late getting this up. We’ve done some travelling and have been tied up with other summer activities so I haven't had much time for catching up.

I know I said this last month, but this month you are SO MUCH FUN. You are a legit person with your own opinions, ideas and agenda and boy do you ever let us know it. 

Talking:

You have started stringing ideas together and have started telling us stories. For example, the other morning you and Daddy found a stray cat under the car. Daddy caught the cat and put it in the garage. You gave it a bowl of milk and a ball and went on your way to daycare. Long story short, we were able to find the cat’s owner and it was a happy ending. Ever since then you recount the tale and it goes something like this:

Quinn: "Cat"
Daddy: "You found a cat? Where?"
Quinn: "Car"
Daddy: "You found it under the car? Where did you put it?"
Quinn: "Garage"
Daddy: "Then what?"
Quinn: "Ball"

Daddy: "Where is the cat now?"
Quinn: "Home"

You may not be saying full sentences or anything, but you certainly know the sequence of events.

Eating:

You are still basically surviving on fruits and meat. Oh and Goldfish crackers, applesauce, smoothies, and dried cranberries. Vegetables, not so much.

Sleeping:
You are still sleeping pretty well through the night. You’ve also gotten better about staying in your bed and not on the floor. You still like to sometimes camp out by the door, but generally when I leave you after reading a story you just cuddle your babies and go to sleep.

Favorite things:

Swimming in the bath

Thomas the Tank Engine

Elmo / Sesame Street

Your Dora colouring box

Shoes, shoes and more shoes

The songs: "Wheels on the Bus", "It’s Raining, It’s Pouring", and "Itsy Bitsy Spider"

Sydney the little puppy (much to Syd's dismay)

xo, Mama

Camping with a Toddler

Whoa, what a weekend.

I'm pooped.

 

So pooped that on Tuesday I thought it was running day.

I dragged my butt out of bed at the ass crack of dawn to meet my coworkers for our run only to be disappointed that no one showed up.

So off I went on my own.

Well, let's be honest I only did half the run because I have little to no self-motivation.

 I only realized my error when I saw my coworkers pull into the work parking lot while I huffed and puffed to the door.

Damn you holiday for making me think it was Monday.
 

 I really shouldn't curse Canada Day because it's a great reason to dress Miss Quinn up in some patriotic gear.

 

And for fun, here is a comparison of Canada Day 2012 and 2013:

 

Man, I love that child.

Anyways, what did I come here to talk about?

 

Oh yes, Camping with a Toddler.
 

I think the following statements should help 'set the scene' for you:

 

1) You'll tell them to stay away from the firepit about 100x a minute

2) They WILL eat dirt, sticks and random other things they discover on the ground

3) They will not sleep on their special toddler cot

4) They will however take up your entire blowup mattress

5) They will run onto the road even though you remind them 100x minute

6) They will take the liberty of breaking into the food box whenever it pleases them to snack on everything/anything

7) They will be covered head to toe in bug bites even though you used an entire bottle of bugspray on them

8) By the end of the trip they will look like a homeless child

9) So will you

10) You will both have a great time

 

Despite my snarky, over-tired tone, we had an awesome time camping.

Some of my fondest childhood memories are from my family camping trips so I definitely want to make sure Quinn has some memorable trips under her belt as well.

 

 

 

 

Happy Weekend!

xo, Vicky