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July 21, 2007
Too much?
Quinn and I were playing with her dollhouse a little while ago. She instructed me to be the "big sister," so I started talking for her in my best teenage-Valley Girlish-accent: "Mom, GAWD, can I PLEASE go watch TV upstairs? Playing with my baby sister is LAME!"
Quinn halted the game to instruct me: "Mom, don't talk like that for her. She's not Irish!"
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July 4, 2007
Vacation
Quinn and I just got back from a trip to Raleigh, North Carolina to see my friend (and college roommate) Anne and her husband Eric. This is our third year making this pilgrimage, and this time Colleen and her daughter Baylee joined us. Quinn was overjoyed to have an older girl along to play with.
Excited at the airport! EXCITED!
We went to some nature museum, I can't remember what it's called, oh my memory, it is gone. But Quinn got to see what a turtle colony living beneath the sand looks like. For some reason this kind of grossed me out.
The childrens' room rocks. There are a ton of hands-on activities and things to touch. For example, you can stick your hand in this sock-covered can and guess what's inside. A bone? A starfish? Boogers from the kid before you? You never can tell!
After the museum we walked around downtown Raleigh some, and Anne was kind enough to give Quinn a lift.
But really, the trip was about Anne, Colleen and I chattering non-stop and Quinn and Baylee bonding. It was an estrogenfest, and it was fun. Thanks, Anner!
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Dance recital
I swear I'm almost all caught up on pictures. These are from her dance recital in May.
The best part of college was getting ready to go out.
That was Quinn getting ready for her recital...not listening to the BoDeans at ear-piercing volume, but rather Barbie Fairytopia or some crap.
Not quite the same. (Also, less beer.)
This next picture is rather Buzz Lightyear-ish.
Wearing makeup. She wanted to do her own.
"Where's my lipstick?"
"How do you know about lipstick??"
What I like...is the Crocs with the costume.
Every girl there had Crocs on. They are an epidemic.
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Flickr pictures
I posted these on Flickr awhile ago, but never really posted about it. Since not everyone has an account with Flickr, I'm putting them here too. For posterity. Or something.
Quinn and I had a Spa Night, where we did each other's hair and nails. Oh Lord, why did I do it? Will I ever hear the end of the requests to duplicate this night? Will I???
Seriously. Happy Bunny!
She wanted multi-colored nails, and disapproved of my array of shades that ran the gamut from pink to red. "Sorry," I told her. "1984 ended a long time ago."
Nothing makes Quinn more excited than the idea of setting up a bed...for herself, for her dolls, for her Pollys, for you, for me...
Was I kidding?
A typical set-up before Quinn commits to bed for the night.
Not only is Quinn good at picking her own clothes, she's also good at hitting balls with her dad.
See?
We got her a bike, which she can ride for about 20 feet before losing interest.
All she cares about is if Baxter is out, and if someone is watching him to make sure he doesn't run into the street, get hit by a car, and die. Even if he's on his chain, she's obsessed until we go inside.
It's hard to ride a bike like this.
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July 3, 2007
Last day of school
I felt it necessary to document Quinn's last day of school. Next year will technically be her kindergarten year, but since she's at a Montessori school, it will be her third year in the 3-6 year old classroom. They don't have traditional grades. Also, no (or very little) homework. Yay, Montessori!
"MOVVER, you don't have to help me with my SHOES...I'm not a BABY."
Much to the horror of my sisters, Quinn wants to pick her own clothes...and I let her! (Very Montessori, you know.)
Hi, I like my picture taken.
With one of her teachers, Ms. Cheryl. Quinn loves her so much. It must be mutual because Quinn has already received a letter from her, telling Quinn how much she misses her.
Honestly, this school is worth every penny. Quinn is just flourishing. She loves school, she loves learning...what more could we ask for?
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Artwork
This is what I found when I came out of the bathroom after my shower the other morning:
I organized Quinn's artwork from this past school year, put the dates on each piece, binder clipped them together, and added them to her portfolio that I keep in my office closet. This is what was left behind.
I know. I KNOW. She would seriously crap in her Gymboree underwear if she saw that I threw all of this away. But the girl has OUTPUT...she is prolific, and we have no room for each of her masterpieces. We just don't.
So stop looking at me that way.
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