Sunday, August 31st, Quinton turned three years old. Hard to believe this little guy is growing up so fast. Having endured the terrible two's, we're now anxious to move past the terrible threes. It's not that Quinton is terrible. He's just three. You know, his mind is developing, he tends to know what he wants but struggles to articulate that to Mom or Dad. If he wants something, he'll grab you by the hand and with such determination, he'll drag you to the fridge, or the TV, or whatever it is that he needs your help with. He is in love with SpongeBob Squarepants and we always keep episodes on the DVR in the event his need for SpongeBob doesn't coincide with the programming schedule.
For his Birthday, he received this household's third copy of Guitar Hero. He loves to strap the guitar on and follow along with his brothers. We threw together an impromtu party at our house following Spencer's Court of Honor where he received two rank advancements and 9 marit badges. It was a proud night.
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