A letter to Mr. Quinn from Heather Quinn in anticipation of meeting Ms. Quinn

Dear Mr. Quinn,It was 29 years ago this month that a dashing young Navy-man and his blonde, beaming wife entered your doors looking for the perfect nursery paint for their impending bundle of joy. No matter that they, at 19, were just babies themselves, their enthusiasm and commitment to both each other and that bulging baby bump were contagious, and you found yourself taking them around the store to inspect every shade of pink on your premises....

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They be learnin' things.

{Ever tried to get the attention of 6 3-year-olds at once? I was super good at it!} B week was at my house, and in case you're ever co-op preschoolin' it and are signing up for letters--definitely pick B! I mean, what doesn't start with B? (except Captain America, sorry Ev) Day one we made Bee's out of B's, made and ate banana berry bread, built buildings with boxes and played with balloons. Day two we focused on bears (Going on a Bear Hunt and Brown...

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A Pirate's Life for Me, and Ev

I'm kind of in a feel-bad-for-the-second-child chapter of my life because let me tell you, Everett has done a whole lotta been carted around lately. Somehow our lives are revolving an awful lot around that first child, what with school and soccer and piano and such and Ever Knight, well he's along for all those "quick, we're going to be late" hop in the stroller and run like mad kind of rides. And since our days are so packed around school hours,...

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Ever the Preschooler

As if the Universe hadn't required enough of my tears this week after dropping babies off at school, Ever Knight started co-op preschool. He was excited to go and happy to see me when I picked him up, the perfect mixture of independence and Mamma's boy. We're on a Tuesday/Thursday rotation for three hours a pop, so I still have a few days of the week to hoard his time and attention, but I'm pretty selfish and hate to give up any of our dates, which...

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The Silver Dragons

Under the overpass and squished between the Trump Towers on Riverside and that murky Hudson River Talmage had his first, official, "I got a uniform and it's #8 like I've always wanted!" soccer game. It was a week full of firsts for him and he walked around the rest of the day repeating, "I totally rocked it," which just so happen to be the words I kissed him with when he rushed to me after completing 20 minutes of age-appropriate, endearing and hardcore...

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The Intrepid

We spent Labor Day on the USS Intrepid, a WWII aircraft carrier that has been converted into a museum, and the boys were in heaven being on that ship, and seeing that sub, and seeing those planes, and don't even get me started about the space shuttle because, wow, T's mind was most definitely blown. "That space shuttle was really in the real space?" he kept asking. Yes it was T (and turns out, after talking to Mema, that I saw it land after a space...

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The Kindergarten Kid

T is officially a kindergartener!!! He ate lunch in the "bacteria" and learned a lot on his first day, like when his teacher says "Hands up top!" he is supposed to put his hands on his head and say "That means stop!'' I think I'll use that one at home because it made quite the impression on him. He also learned kindergarten bathroom etiquette and drew a picture of a NYC Moving Truck for his "first day of the month" picture. His teacher is just the...

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One month from today...

If everything goes as planned, our little miss will be "popping out" exactly one month from today. Popping out is not exactly how I would describe having your body cut in half in order to deliver a baby, but that's what makes sense to my boys, so "popping out" it is! We have a paper chain to count down the days, her itty-bitty bassinet is set up by our bed (and it fits! hallelujah!), and this tiny little house is full to the brim with excitement...

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