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Board books are sooo boring…

17 May

Like most kids her age, Quinn LOVES books.  In fact, “reading” by herself is one of the things she does to stay entertained while I make lunch or clean up around the house.  That and throwing things in the toilet.  You know, both equally entertaining.

She often takes her books to a large floor cushion we have and plops down to enjoy the printed word.  Ads, newspapers, and discarded letters (if they’re written in German we just pass them on to Quinn!) all qualify as interesting reading material too these days.  But apparently Quinn has a yearning for something deeper…more meaningful.  

This Max Lucado book was sitting on the end of the table the other day as Quinn was finishing breakfast.  She HAD TO HAVE IT.  You know, the kind of stretching and reaching that kids do to get their hands on something….the kind where you’re afraid they might pull a neck muscle.  As if their heads can reach further than their hands.  Anyway- Quinn wanted the book.

Sorry “Pat the Bunny”…you ain’t got nothing on 223 pages of Max Lucado.

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What’s with the toilet obsession?

4 May

Um, Quinn seems to be quite fascinated with the toilet these days.  Which would be awesome- if it involved sitting on it and you know, actually using it for its intended purpose.  No, her interest lies in tossing in objects and then having me fetch them out.  Ewww.  Seriously Quinn?  In the last day alone, I have rescued a horse and polar bear (thankfully both plastic and easily sanitized) along with a less fortunate stuffed knight (who now must be tossed in the washing machine) from the ultimate swirlie.  I *foolishly* think she is playing contentedly for a few minutes while I prepare breakfast or clean up lunch, only to be beckoned for by what resembles Lassie calling for help.  Quinn runs into the kitchen and through a series of “barks” and twitches pointing in the direction of the bathroom, signals someone is in distress.  Poor horsey laying there helpless and on the verge of drowning.  Upon retrieving the most recent victim I told Quinn “No throwing things in the toilet.  That’s icky and we don’t put toys in the toilet.”–Instead of realizing she was being scolded and getting upset, she laughed.

I guess it’s time for one of these:

And some of these:

Good Friday

25 Apr

We have been very blessed to have wonderful neighbors all around us.  From the families living right next door, to the friendly people across the street, to the neighbors one building over, we have met lots of great people who we are getting to know better as time goes by.  On Good Friday some neighbors of ours with a daughter Quinn’s age invited us over for breakfast (and actually again for dinner) which made for a really nice day.  The weather was gorgeous and we were in great company.  In true Quinn fashion she had no trouble making herself at home:

Don't mind if I do...borrow your chair. And your hat.

I'm outta here, I've got shopping to do.

Now you may not have noticed but that’s actually two different blue hats above…neither belonging to Quinn.  Yup, she helps herself.

Best. Shoes. Ever.

7 Apr

I’m not really a pink person.  I don’t think I own one article of pink clothing.  It was never even a thought to incorporate pink into my wedding colors.  I don’t get all giddy over shades of rose and bubble-gum hues.  BUT these are the best shoes ever.  Period.

Brand spankin' new sparkly chuck taylors

My parents gave these to Quinn at Christmas and I’ve been waiting (patiently I might add) to put these on her since then.  I’ve pulled them out of her closet and admired them plenty of times.  I’ve placed the bottom of them next to shoes she wears, lining up the soles to see if they will likely fit.  They’ve always been too big so I set them back in the closet and groan about how cute they are and how I can’t wait to have her wear them.

Today was “see if the pink chucks fit” day…and yes!  Well, they might be a tad big, but I figure it’s just extra wiggle room for her pudgy toes.  And I could not resist any longer.  Because is there anything cuter than a sweet little tot in sparkly pink converse?  I think not.

"Can we get on with our walk please?"

* side note-  this picture would be so much better without the pacifier.  I know!  She rarely uses it during the day but this was pre- naptime which is always an interesting time and sometimes requires the “sass” as we affectionately call it.

 

My buddy and me

4 Apr

Today was gray.  And rainy.  And difficult to keep Quinn happy;  you know, we couldn’t take 45 walks to see the dogs and the birds and “talk” to strangers.  Injustice.

The weather lately has been mostly spring-like in all the good ways: warm(ish), sunny, and seemingly full of promise as blooms make their way out of hiding.  But in good ‘ole Mother Nature fashion the rain, chilly air, and cloudy skies reared their ugly heads making sure we knew the fight for nice weather wasn’t over yet.  And then a break.  Just after dinner the sun came out to play, pushing the clouds away and once again taking it’s reign in the sky.

I jumped on the chance to get Quinn outside for a bit.  She loves walking through town, laughing at other kids, barking (yes, sometimes it’s worrisome) at dogs, waving and blowing kisses at complete strangers, and just observing her surroundings.

My buddy and me

Here we are enjoying the spring evening.  I’m no photographer.  And this was only taken on my iphone.  But I love it.  My buddy and me, my little shadow.  The nice break in weather afforded me this sweet little moment, because like all moms, I know soon enough I will be “out” of the picture.  But for now…she is still my little girl, my little shadow.

 

We’re in kilograms and centimeters baby!

29 Mar

“How will I find a pediatrician?!?”  These were some of the first words I uttered after learning about our relocation to Germany.  At the time we first heard the news  Quinn was just a young infant.  The pediatrician is an instrumental character in your life at that point.  I think every (well, almost) new parent, even the non-worriers, takes comfort in the proximity and accessibility of a trusted pediatrician.  The same was true for me.  Quinn was a SUPER healthy baby.  I mean, I don’t want to jinx anything, but the girl has had like zero illness.  No ear infections, no major colds…really nothing.  But, still- knowing her doctor was just a phone call or quick drive away felt good.  The thing is, I’m not sure I knew how good it felt until it became a luxury I didn’t have.

Relocating and having to tackle finding a doctor was one of the challenges I was most concerned by.  It can be difficult enough in the States.  But throw in elements like a different language and a different health care system, and you have a much more intimidating task.  I wanted to wait until we were living in our “permanent” home so that I could choose a doctor that was fairly close.  Since moving in January the “doctor thing” has been hanging over my head.  Well, no more!

Last week we took Quinn to her first doctor’s appointment in Germany.  And it went very well.  I found an English-speaking doctor within walking distance from our house.  Quinn almost seemed to enjoy her doctor’s visit.  Is that a little weird?  The doctor was very friendly and Quinn didn’t seem to mind at all as she poked around to check her out.  Then it was time for what all parents dread…shots.  Not even a whimper.  I kid you not.  NO tears and really no acting bothered by it at all.  What a champ!

Oh, and for the record- she weighs 10.5 kg and is 78 cm tall.

Phew…glad to have that out of the way!

Dumb idea

10 Mar

I have mentioned before that closets don’t really exist here.  At least not the built in, don’t cut into the space of your room kind.  You pretty much have to buy a wardrobe or a schrank as they call it to house your clothes, shoes, and anything else you don’t want on display.  Most of the time people just move their “closets” with them when they change houses.  We were very lucky that this house actually came with closets in the bedrooms.  The previous owner had them built in instead of using temporary ones that would be moved when he left.  So we inherited the ones he had professionally installed…yay us.

This unfortunately did not apply to the entryway.  There is no hall closet!  We do have a little “nook” with a mounted rack to hang coats on.  Above it is a shelf that up until very recently is where all the scarves, hats, mittens etc were being tossed.  Of course being blessed with legs similar to those of a pot-bellied pig means I need a step stool to reach.  Actually I need more than a step stool.  I need a mini ladder.  The problem with this is two fold: a) I HATE having to drag out a flippin’ folding stool every time I need to reach something on the shelf.  Sort of makes getting out the door quickly…well, not so quick.  And b) it’s a mess up there.  Everything was literally being thrown up there, making finding a particular item sort of like a little scavenger hunt.  Several times a day.  So fun.

I decided that the most frequently used items should be stored in a more organized/accessible way  and we could keep less important things up on the shelf in the hard to reach area.  Determined to  finally get “one room, please just one room, can one room look normal?!” in order, I set out to find something to hold our cold weather necessities.  I found a perfect three-drawer wicker unit that would fit neatly underneath the coats.  Yes.  Mission accomplished.

Sort of.

Don't be mislead- This stool will NOT help me reach "the" shelf.

DUMB IDEA.

Growth

24 Feb

It goes without saying that kids grow fast.  Time flies.  One day you’re bringing them home from the hospital, the next day you’re googling “how to get ink off of the walls without stripping the paint and owing a small fortune when we move out of this place due to the super strict rental contract”.  I mean, time really flies.  As I was casually looking through some pictures I noticed one measurement of this growth.  Hair.  See for yourself:

November 2010

February 2011

Isn’t this crazy?!  I can’t believe how much her hair has grown in 3 months.  And I’m not sure this picture even really shows it’s true length because it is sort of tucked over the front of her shoulder.  Pretty soon I’ll be braiding!

 

Defense…a letter from Quinn

19 Feb

In response to some of the bad publicity I’ve been getting lately (e.g. drawing on the walls and shredding the toilet paper; thanks Mom for going public with those) I wanted to submit my own version of things.  I am a delightful 16 month old who provides much joy on a daily basis.  Yes, I will admit I am very curious and tend to act on my impulses but I mean no harm.  It’s simply not fair; adults get all the fun.  I mean they get to touch everything and go everywhere.  Why can’t I?  I need to explore, express myself…be free.  Ugh, sometimes being a one year old is so stifling.  I submit to the jury that I am an innocent, sweet child who is being misrepresented.  Since I don’t have anyone who can be a character witness (except my mom, but geesh) I submit these pictures as evidence of my “true” self.

Awww....shucks. You make me blush.

I mean, I have a really big head. And really small feet. I have other things to worry about besides ripping toilet paper and defacing property.

See, how sweet? I'm like this ALL the time, I swear.

So ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I implore you to search your hearts (and review the evidence) and decide for yourselves…who do you believe?

Yours,

Quinn

Edwina Scissorhands

16 Feb

Out of my eyesight for a mere 30 seconds and here is what I found:

Follow the trail...

Hey Shredder, what's behind your back?