Something you may, or may not wish to hear on any given day: "Mom, I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to play you every single recorder song I know. Three times in a row." - Quincy Hutchinson
It has been one of those days. I feel like I say that a lot. Do I say that a lot? I do. It's true. I'm in the thick of it. A teething 11 month old with a seasonal cold, a pre-teen, a kindergartener, and Quin -- the quintessential middle child. My pleaser. She can always tell when I'm at the max. I'm a pretty calm person by and large, but she always seems to sense when I've had it... Today she came in the kitchen and asked, "what can I do to help?" There wasn't much -- unless she wanted to go nurse Owen. I told her to just keep me company. And then her idea -- her recorder idea. Now I don't think I need to tell you what a recorder sounds like when it's being played at full-blast two feet away... But when I looked over at my girl, playing her little heartfelt medley as I bustled around the kitchen. It really broke my heart with happiness. How did this girl get so sweet?
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