Mr. Q is 22 months old today, ticking his way quickly toward his second birthday. Quinn's personality continues to develop with much mischief, humor, giggles and high-pitched screams. Sam thinks he could even be funnier than Graham, so we'll see. I like to think of Quinnie as fat and happy, at least most of the time. He's getting more coordinating and more confident and sturdy getting around the park, but still could walk off a cliff. In the past month, his vocabulary has started to quickly expand (finally) and he's also beginning to put two words together. He loves to point out body parts on his brother and sister. He's started to be able to hit the ball off a tee and kick around the soccer ball in the backyard. He's loving trucks, trains and cars, both playing with them and reading books about them.
The most significant development in the past month has been his use of the word, "Help!" He uses it constantly when he doesn't want to be doing what he is currently doing. For example, grocery shopping with mom, he yells from the cart, "Help! Help! Help!," while trying to escape the cart. I am getting lots of strange looks from other shoppers. Or at tball when he doesn't want to be sitting watching the game. Or when I am trying to bring him into the house from playing outside. Or when he's strapped into the stroller at school pick-up. You get the idea.
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