And Quinny says...

Before I forget... and maybe I posted this summer... but -

Quinny is obsessed with Monsters Inc right now. It's the movie that she has in the car, and she has a "find the picture" book with a Monsters Inc theme. The challenge is that she doesn't call these "Monsters, Inc." Instead she refers to what she wants as "Happy Feet" - which is super confusing for everyone but me (and now Landon - I let him flounder with that for a few days - even he needs to believe that I can magically know what our kids want at all times).

The Monsters Inc picture book (purchased for $2 at Marshall's this summer, by the way, and ignored for at least 1 month - it's so hard to predict what will become an absolute favorite... but I digress) is such a favorite that even with one page ripped and one page missing (try finding a picture with one page missing - and it doesn't look like it is missing, so it even made me obsessed with finding the pictures the first few days it was missing... until I realized that the picture on the left side of the page didn't EXACTLY align with the picture on the right, finally cluing me into the missing page, thus half the pictures to find were entirely missing... but again, I digress) that Landon and I have promised each other that we'll hide it each night, only to forget and find ourselves at bedtime the next night looking for the SAME pictures again in her "Happy Feet" book. The good news is that other than when a page goes missing, finding the pics is a really quick game. She has it memorized. The bad news is that she has realized that the game is going really quick, so she pretends like she doesn't know where the pictures are, which can make the game go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...

Every single time Quinn bumps anything, or every single time she receives a minor infraction to her body from getting her hair brushed or shirt on or shoes tied, she screams, "You hurt my boo-boo, Mommy". I wish I could write the way she says Mommy. Something about the "o" is different - it's nearly an "a" sound, but not quiet "Mammy". Almost like "Maummie".

If she doesn't get her way, or even when she does, she ends sentences with a really high-pitch scream. It often goes like this:

"I want gummy's now, Maummie".
"Quinny, I didn't bring gummies today."
"I want gummy's now MAUMMIEEEEEEEE [turning to an ear drum shattering pitch]"

And...
Cora is still referring to messy coloring as "Scribble Scrabble". For example, "Quinny, you can color with me if you promise not to scribble scrabble". Till this day we don't know where she got that.