Ugh. I hate it when there is post after post with no pictures. It might not bother you, but it does indeed bother me. But I am lazy. And my children have not been very photogenic lately. Just sayin.
Tonight was my girls night. We have dinner once a month and I love it. These are the ladies that have laughed with me and cried with me and taught with me. They are my fellowship of teachers and I love them. I hope that one day we will all be retired and still having our dinners together. Seriously.
Changing subjects, Quinn has taken to time out quite well. Chris began sending him to the rug in the foyer when he is pitching a fit, so now when he begins to get upset, he just marches himself over to the rug, sits down, cries, gets over it and lets himself out of time out. The downside to this is that when he is down we'll say something like, "Yay! Are you ready to be a sweet boy again?" And then he will start to cry, march himself back to the rug and it begins all over again. It usually take 3 or 4 tries before he is actually ready to leave the rug.
Quinn also greatly enjoys pretending he is a puppy. He gets down on all fours and pants with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He also likes it when you pat him on his head and scratch behind his ears. Now if only that would convince the girls that we actually do have a puppy in the house.