Can't see me now Uncle Brucie!

Those exact words were uttered by me when I was a kid as I covered my own eyes, figuring that if I couldn't see Uncle Brucie then he couldn't see me. That logic loophole now lives on yet again in Quinn. Yes, we've hit the hide and seek stage, and it leads to much mirth. He hides in plain sight under trees and yells "I'm over here!". He hides under his table in plain sight with arms and legs sticking out and giggles. And yes, sometimes he just stands there and covers his eyes.

It started one rainy evening we'd missed our (somewhat) nightly walk around the block, so I suggested hide and seek. Bec suggested hiding on the opposite floor for added exercise for Quinn. So count I did, slowly and loudly, and Bec and Quinn raced upstairs, as fast as I've seen Quinn take them. They hid under a blanket on the bed and I loudly explored around the house. As I got closer, Quinn giggled and said "I'm under here!" to laughter all around. Then Quinn and I hid downstairs while Bec counted. In all I think we did about 8 reps that night. He got a big kick out of it.

It's taking a little coaching, but he'll actually stay quiet occasionally if you're hiding with him if you whisper to him almost constantly. And of course it's difficult for a little monkey to keep still. But he has found a couple of legitimately great hiding spots, and as the journey is often more important than the destination, we all have lots of fun hiding right there in plain sight.

Little Fixit

Quinn has a gear set. It's magnetic and resides on the fridge. A battery-powered motor drives the whole set and you can mesh the gears in various ways. It's been a great toy, and a great way to convey concepts of how things work. Quinn has played with it on and off for a long time.

Recently the battery in the electric motor has been getting a little tired and Quinn has been asking to have it fixed. Finally the other day it was obviously not working well so we decided to fix it. I gave Quinn a screwdriver and told him which screw to undo, which he did. I told him to take the battery out and remember which way the bump pointed. I gave him a new battery and told him to put it in the way the other one was when it came out. I told him to put the cap back on and fasten the screw again. Then we put the old battery in the special garbage and put the screwdriver away. He did all the physical actions all by himself, and was he ever proud!

Of course now he wants to fix everything, even the stuff that's not broken. But fortunately he doesn't appear to remember the drawer where the screwdriver lives so I think everything else with screws in it is safe (we never had to baby-proof that drawer - no idea why that drawer is different, but it always has been!). It won't be long before he's teaching me stuff.

Crazy Legs Crane

We went to a skating party today for a friend of Quinn's. In anticipation, we bought Quinn some real hockey skates, used, a junior stick, and a skate trainer (one of those chair-like things you push around when learning to skate). Today, the big day, we measured and cut off his stick and taped it up. He seemed quite keen on the whole thing, walking around the store in his skates, and keenly interested in his new stick.

As soon as his skates touched the ice his feet started going a million miles an hour, even though he was travelling zero miles an hour. A couple times I was able to get him to stand up, but the least little movement triggered ol' crazy legs again. He was game though - he had a big grin on for much of it. Bec & I had to trade off often due to the resulting back strain. He would hold his stick and whack at a hockey ball we brought while we were holding onto him. Eventually I just sat him down on his bum with his stick in his hand. We skated around him and he whacked the ball to us / near us / nowhere near us, again with huge grins.

He seemed keen to watch the other kids playing. It's the age old thing where a tiny little bit of watching is worth a ton of telling. I tried hard not to be too excited - it's a game I love so much and have had so much fun playing, but I don't want to pressure him into it. It felt so good to get my skates on again and it was so good to see his big smiles, but I was stressing about how to teach him and felt like I was doing it all wrong. Bec was really good with him though and made it all about having fun on the ice, which is all it should be right now. While I wouldn't rate the first experience on hockey skates as a rousing success, it was about as good as could be expected, and he perhaps shows some instinct with a stick.

We played a little hockey in the living room when we got home and I thought he got it a little more. Fun was had and we didn't overdo it, so I think there will be a next time. Que sera sera.