Poison Drinks

Quinn learned about poison apples from, none other than, Walt Disney, so now if she doesn't like the taste of something she is drinking (or if she just wants me to go up stairs AGAIN at bedtime), she tells me in a creepy, scared, slow voice, "This is poison water." Dear me.

Somehow today she had this memory of some times of old at our home, and she told me in that same creepy, scared, slow voice, "This is soy milk, mommy."

8 Weeks

So, I am actually not feeling as tired and sick at 8 weeks as I did at 7 weeks. Still sick enough to feel like everything is going fine, but not so sick that I want to die. Still too sick to plan meals, cook, clean or function like a human.

I Need a Prince

Today we turned on Music and the Spoken Word -- the Mormon choir music show-- and Quinn said she needed to dance. She asked Tim and I if we would dance with her, but we were both really tired and had just sat down. I didn't have the heart to see her big sad face for long, so I stood up to dance. We swayed back and worth for a few seconds, and then Quinn stopped and said ever so sweetly, "No, I don't need another girl. I need a prince."

She convinced Tim to dance with her, and they did a very graceful ditty. She spent the next hour looking for another Prince while Tim rested.