Princess Quinn

There are two reasons we should start calling her Princess Quinn.

The first is that Quinn has this elegant wave. It isn't exactly enthusiastic, although she is enthusiastic to do it any chance she gets. It's more nonchalant. Some examples.

We got out of the car when we were living at the apartment... (we're living at the house now! Too too too much to blog about, and too much to do to blog)... anyways... we were living at the apartment, and I got Quinn out of the car. Her head popped over my shoulder. She looked down the lot in one direction, casting her casual wave. No one was there. She looked down teh lot in the other direction, switching to the other hand to send her wave. No one. So Quinn popped her paci back in her mouth and went back to cool-Quinn-demeanor.

Landon is at this exact very moment upstairs rocking the girls. I just took up some more milk. Quinn squirmed hard to get her paci rested up on the edge of the crib (which was weird, because Quinn never gives up paci), then with her hand freed, began blowing kisses.

I don't know how to capture it. The wave is enthusiastic, yet very cool. It's like she feels like people expect her to wave at them, so she obliges.

The second reason is her birthmark. A little 1 inch birthmark right in the center of her chest, perfectly shaped like a crown. She might grow out of it, but right now, the shape is distinct.



Speaking of cool, Cora has been talking A LOT about her friend Gavin at school. She goes through phases. Sometimes she blames Gavin for every bad thing that happens at school (I doubt he is really the culprit), but lately, she has been announcing that Gavin is coming over for a "playdate" to play with her toys. The first time she said it, I thought Landon would throw a conniption. He practically banned the word "date" in any form from being used in this house, even if it's to say "playdate". I told Gavin's Dad about her announcement, asking him if they would come over to grill out after we're settled. Yesterday, they were leaving school at the same time as us. Gavin and his dad were on their golf cart.

Gavin's Dad: "Gavin, say good bye to your girlfriend"
Gavin: "Cora? Yeah, she's cool"


And, finally, I wish I had a picture. Quinn got in the mud out front today while I was pulling weeds. My cell had died, and my camera is dead (I just found the charger; we packed the wrong one during the move), so I didn't get a picture. But hands, arms, and shirt were black. Princess, but a tomboy princess...