How terrible. We were so busy yesterday with birthday plans I never wrote you a birthday message. And even worse, I was never able to find the camera yesterday, so no pictures. Auntie Karra took some video, so maybe at some point we'll be able to use that.
Quinn, you are by far the best thing that has every happened to me. You are such a sweet boy. You still like to cuddle, thank God. You say please and thank you to everything. More thank you than please, but we're getting there. You are really good at picking up your toys. You are just blossoming at your daycare. You are talking so much now, and they love how you sing yourself to sleep at nap time. You talk about Shelby the dog from daycare all week long. You also talk about and ask for your Uncle Joes through out the week. You like the colors blue and purple. You really like cars and balls. You can even hit a ball occasionally, when I throw it just right and hit your bat with it :). You still love to dance, you love arts, and love music. You absolutely adore your daddy. The easiest way to get you to leave daycare, which is sometimes hard, is to say we're going to go home and see daddy. You love Dora and Diego, sigh, I let him watch television now. You are such an easy little boy. Daycare says we should have eight more kids, but I'm convinced that since you are so good the next one would be a terror. I guess we'll find out someday. I love you my boy. I can't wait for your next year.