Quinn

Quinn loves being outside.  he loves it far more than my other boys ever did.    he has learned to say "outside" and today he tried to say "chickens" while pointing at the windows in the sunroom.  he is simply more content outdoors.

Quinn marvels at sunshine and smiles at treetops, pointing and leaning back until he loses his balance. he can busy himself with a stick for an hour, pushing leaves around.  he is comfortable with the chickens.  he walks among them, patting each one on the back.  they follow him around the yard and he knows just what to do with the kitchen scraps we take them.  he's learning to hold his hand flat when he offers them treats so they don't pinch his little fingers.  Quinn usually cries when it is time to come inside.

i'm hopeful that Quinn will be the one who truly loves the life we are building for him and his brothers.  it probably won't be asher who today said "outside is stupid."

trying in vain to share his ball with nico

little dude, chickens don't like balls.