Quinny's Pretty, and other stories

Ah, the guilt. So many sweet stories happen at this house to be recorded! We've chased too many memories this summer to begin to try to record them!

Quinn and Foster have started playdates. They are still usually tagging along with their big sisters, but they get really excited when they see each other now, and they've started doing their own thing together.

Foster is my buddy; I've trained him to say "Quinny's Pretty".

Last night, a couple of my former Schotty's came over for dinner. We were having popsicles (and they were having wine) on the porch, and Quinny was entertaining everyone. In and out, bringing pretend food from her kitchen. Behind the swing to say "boo".

Me: QUinny, you're a monkey!
Quinny: MEeeeee (imagine really high-pitched me)
Me: Yes - you're a monkey!
Quinny: Noooo.
Me: Then what are you?
Quinny: Pretty

Quinn ALWAYS says "thank you" right now - in a tone that is as if you've just paid her the best compliment or given her the best gift. I wish I could capture it in words. She emphasizes the "you" - super sweet.

Cora is all questions - anything that happens, she tries to make sense of it.
One from today: "Your belly is getting really big - that's why the baby wants to come out of it".
Something like that sweetie :)