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Quinn said his first sentence last week... he's taken a liking to wrestling moves and the other day he body slammed me. He's 28 pounds so it's wasn't to traumatic but I made a good show of it with a few moans and groans as we both fell to the floor with a big thump, he pulled himself up and looked at me with such concern in those big blue eyes and said "aruuuotay" It took me a moment to realize that I actually understood he's baby babble. I said "yes, baby I'm ok" He was so excited about our new understanding that he decided to do this all afternoon... he'd fake fall to the ground and wait for me to ask "Are you ok" then respond "I otay" then he'd push me over so we could repeat the process.

I try to ask him what he wants for dinner at night to get him to feel that he is in control of choosing, which might help him eat his diner... I would say "do you want chickie nuggets" he says "noooo" "Do you want spaghetti?" "noooooo" "do you want peanut butter and jelly?" "noooooo" He says "no" so much that I assumed he just liked to say it, but it turns out I was asking the wrong question. A few days ago I went through the typical dinner questions while he stared intently at Sponge Bob on the TV and repeated "noooo" to every choice. Then he turned to me, concentrated and said "oooomeyyl" with such anticipation in his stare, probably thinking "I hope I said that right". I said "you want oatmeal for dinner?" his eyes lite up as he chanted "oaaameyll ooomeyyll oomeylll" ... " Ok, oatmeal it is ".

I'm liking this knew understanding, it's great to watch his own excitement in his knew skills and it's wonderful to finally be able to have a little conversation with him.

Blasted Women!

Saturday afternoon Quinn through a temper tantrum so bad right in the middle of lunch at Chili's restaurant, that I had to leave before my food even came. My mom was kind enough to pack up my lunch and bring it to me as I sat in the car teary eyed with embarrassment and pure frustration. At that moment I was convinced that Quinn was just being a brat and he was turning into a spoiled little child, and I was that mother that could not handle him in public, the one everyone gives that look of pity too, but secretly thinks "get control of your child, what kind of parent are you".

After Quinn took a long nap he woke up just as bad... screaming, yelling, hitting and flouncing. When all else fails give him Motrin or Tylenol... about twenty minutes later my little angel was back... sweet, loving, laughing and adorable. I gave him a huge hug and thought "I'm sorry for thinking you were just being a brat"

I've heard many people say... you need to get control of his tantrums now... He's testing you... he's just mad... he's spoiled... but I gave it a lot of thought that night and I came up with this...

Quinn thinks his parents are Morons.

In Quinn's two year old mind, he believes he can talk. He says

"Mommy, googlele gagagaa buh ha goggle ga"

Translation -
"Mommy my butt hurts would you be a dear and rub some of that stuff on it"

OR

Mommy, go gu ga ga guuugflu bu ha gooo no tooo puga"

Translation
"Mommy, you can't see it but I have a tooth coming up, I'd love it if you'd rub some Ambesol on it"

I can see it when he is trying so hard to communicate a question to us... he has all the facial expressions correct and the higher pitch at the end of his sentence. He thinks he's doing it correctly because when he hears adults talk it sounds like "gooogly gaga" to him... so after a few times of asking the same question over and over he waits for me to respond and what do I say... "what's the matter Quinn, do you want a french fry?" he thinks "You blasted women, I tell you my teeth hurt and you shove a french fry at me! Don't you understand ENGLISH.... Moron!"

So I will try and be patient... and avoid Chili's

UGGGGGGGG

How do you break the tension when breaking the tension causes more tension!