Quin Quickies

I have a backlog of things to blog about. They aren't particularly interesting sometimes, but since this blog represents my kids' baby book to some degree, it needs to be here for recording purposes.

All In a Day's Work

Quin is a big kid, the biggest in his class by several inches (more than that among the boys). It's probably not all that impressive considering that there are only 4 boys in his class and 8 kids overall, but it's still worth noting. During the first couple weeks of school we always have to work with him on transitioning from the anarchy of summer back into the more orderly, creativity killing environment that is school, and it can be a hard transition. Many notes and "red marks" during those first few weeks. 

One day we were particularly pleased to find a note sent home from one of the other teachers in the school who had gone out of their way to compliment Quinton on having helped out a smaller kid when he was having trouble opening the bathroom door. Apparently Quinton opened and held the door for him, and the teacher who witnessed this was impressed enough that they penned a little note. Jenny gave him an appropriate amount of praise to help encourage that behavior in the future, to which he responded, "All in a day's work, mom."

Breakfast

Jenny's on a food kick. I wouldn't necessarily call it a health food kick, nor would I call it anti-sugar, but she's definitely paying more attention to the ingredients on packaged goods to the point where cereal has moved considerably down on our list of proper breakfast options. Instead we will either make a huge batch of pancakes at the beginning of the week, make eggs, yogurt (the low sugar variety), or french toast. French toast is one we don't typically do either due to the complexity in preparing it and its inability to be frozen and still taste good on reheating (a la pancakes). When we do have it, though, it is a favorite. For some reason, though, Quin couldn't remember what it was called. For the longest time he called it "Canadian Toast." In fact, he was so enamored with Canada for the longest time that he was referring to himself as a African Canadian instead of an African American. That played out further to him eventually calling it "African American Toast." We knew what he meant... I'm not sure what he'll call it next time.