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... of Quinn-oh-ah!

I had never really thought of how to pronounce "Quinoa", but Quinn had. And he thought it was pronounced Quinn-oh-ah, of course! When I finally thought about making us some (because of Abram) and found out how to pronounce it correctly, Quinn was a little sad that it didn't even sound like his name. But saying "keen-wah" makes me feel much more sophisticated, so I'm ok with it.

I had found this recipe for "Cheesy Quinoa Cakes" on pinterest and thought I would try it for Abram. Nice and full of protein and cheesy to boot?! Sounded like the perfect Abram recipe. I finally tried it today.


I made a few changes. Namely, I used the less hoity toity mozzarella and I didn't make the aioli. I'm not sure Abram would have liked it. But it definitely needs some sauciness (as they are a bit dry by themselves), so I made a carrot vanilla yogurt puree. I think he may have eaten that by itself if I had let him. But the whole thing was a big hit with this bug. At first he didn't seem so sure.
But then he signed "eat", so I knew he was interested.

This is what the rest of the process looked like:




He ate one full one and then actually said, "Ah duh. Up?" (!!!) We'll see if that's the start of something new or if it was just a fluke. I sure hope it's the former.

I brought them to Quinn for a late lunch because he had a dentist appointment that took longer than his lunch break and he didn't get to eat. I've been trying to call him to get his take on them for the report, but I can't reach him. So I may be back next time telling you to only make them for your kids, depending on what he says. I didn't eat them because I had an earlier lunch while I was preparing them during Abram's nap.
Update: This was the phone conversation I had with Quinn later today:
Me: Did you like your lunch?
Quinn: Yeah! I don't know what those things were made out of but they were good!
Me: Really, you're not just saying that because I made them?
Quinn: No! I was wondering why I only got three. I needed, like, five.
Me: What about the "spread".
Quinn: Yeah, those things didn't seem like they would go together separately, but I spread it on there and it was like they were meant to be together.
Me: You're just being nice.
Quinn: No. I'm not.

So that's that :)

Selah's doing somersaults right now, maybe trying to prove to me that she is all of her 25 weeks (even though they say she's a little small). She sure doesn't feel small! Strange to think she's only about 1.5 lbs right now. As quick as this seems to be going, it feels like we have quite awhile left to go. 15 weeks! That's like forever :)

I did realize yesterday that if Selah is exactly 2 weeks early (Abram was 11 days early) and born on April 17th, she will be born exactly 17 months after Abram's birthday of November 17th! I don't know if I really want her that early, but if she was, I guess that would be pretty cool.

Ah the musings of a pregnant mom. So very, very interesting...
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