Two days ago, Quinn woke up saying Airport! Airplane! Airport! Airplane! again & again. I kept asking him where he wanted to go until he finally grabbed my phone, went to my Vimeo videos (he's smart like that) & found the Priest Lake video I made from our time there last summer. He watched it 3 times (it's 12 minutes long). The rest of the day was Lake! Airplane! Airport! Lake!
Yesterday, he woke up saying the same thing - but this time it was Airport! Airplane! Dad! (This is both sweet & a little bit sad. These two miss each other this week.)
Yesterday afternoon, I spent a little over an hour out running a few quick errands while my trusty babysitter stayed with the boys. Knowing I was tired & it was night #3 without Mike, I stopped & grabbed dinner at Chick Fil A on my way home. When I walked in the door, Quinn saw the bags, yelled Chick Fil A! & then recited the menu: French fries! Nuggies!! Coke!!
For the record, he drinks white milk (organic!) when we have dinner there, I always get him the grilled nuggets which are just grilled chicken breast, & we really don't eat there that often - he just has a fantastic memory, apparently. Also - my OB / GYN was fully supportive of my Coke
addiction issue when I spoke with her last.