Handful

Quinn has fared well, or so I tell myself, during her solo week with me. No doubt she will be elated when her Grandparents return on Friday, but we had some fun breaking the rules and staying up late like it was a nonstop slumber party.



To get the attention she was missing from my folks, Quinn reached out to the numerous animals in the house. They all (three dogs, two cats) are quite tolerant and willing to have handfuls of hair yanked out now and then; probably because they see how she doesn't play favorites and treats everyone with equal opportunity for hair pulling, myself included.



In fact, Quinn has a slightly more sophisticated method of pulling on the head of her hirsute Mama. She waits until I lean over her, then she latches on to my locks and her feet commence serious kicking which are conveniently (or cunningly?!) aimed at my chest.

Let's just say, after nine months of producing milk, it doesn't exactly feel like a welcome massage, but it definitely gets my attention.



Thankfully, by midday Friday, Quinn can go back to yanking on her woolly and bearded Grandfather and give the rest of us creatures a break until next week.

From the land of locks,
J & a Handful of Q