Fun Game--No Fun Game

This is great fun. Quinn pulls a crayon out of the box and thrusts it at me. I tell him what color it is and he says no. As in, "Blue." "No blue." "White." "No white." "Magenta." "No Genten." Yay! This is after he freaked out wanting the crayons and I said he could have them and he freaked out AGAIN: NO COLORS! For crying out loud! Ah, to be two and have the freedom to act like a nightmare for no good reason and then come kissing and hugging on your mama.

This morning, Quinn started playing around with my cell phone. He grabs it, flips it open and takes it over to his Pooh chair. He starts pushing buttons and Jalal says, "What are you doing? Don't call China." Quinn holds the phone to his ear and says, "China? Hello?" We both cracked up. Jalal said, "There you go. Put that in your Sunday Silly Stories." What? He reads my blog? ; )

Our transition to a toddler bed is really trying our patience. There have only been a couple of nights that he has slept through the night. One of us has had to stay in his room with him until he falls asleep, for every nap and at night. It is getting so old. We leave in two days for our vacation. This ought to be interesting. On the plus side, when we stay in a hotel, we always sleep in the same room, so maybe all will be well.

I made breakfast for dinner tonight. Pancakes with a booster of flaxmeal and scrambled eggs with cheese. They were pretty good, if I do say so myself. I threw a couple of pieces of broccoli and cauliflower on Quinn's plate because he's been eating so poorly lately. I thought it was a lost cause, but he ate the cauliflower right away. Hmm. Since when does he not eat green vegetables? He's had entire meals that consisted solely of broccoli! Maureen thinks Quinn and Sarah have traded places because Sarah is sleeping well, eating well, and behaving great. I just want my kid back. Granted, he can still be so sweet and funny. He loves giving big smoochie kisses (when he feels like it), and when he starts, he doesn't stop. But most of this evening I've felt like that stereotypical new mom who just wants to yell, "Why are you crying?!" Maybe the change of scenery on our vacation will do us good. Well, I should go get started on packing. I have to have everything done by tomorrow at 7 p.m. because I have to go bowling with my new league. It's much different than the last league I was on. For one thing, our team is just Maureen and me. The alley doesn't have smoking, so it much easier to breathe there. And even though it starts two hours later, it only finishes one hour later because of the smaller teams (most have three people). So, I'll post again soon. Promise. Love, Us.