Quincy is walking – and not your typical Godzilla/Frankenstein/Arthur the alcoholic walking either. When he moves, he moves with a purpose and with as much grace as an 11 month old can have. Today at Dara’s office, Quincy must have covered almost 20 feet before plopping down onto his rear. When it was time to “perform” for the whole office staff, he stood up and just stared. Typical.
Quincy is becoming more opinionated about, well, almost everything that happens in his life. It is very interesting to see his personality excert itself onto the world.
I had every intention of writing a bunch of stuff here tonight, but my brain just seemed to lock into neutral. It is a little after midnight and I can’t sleep – apparently I can’t think as well. Hmm, wonder what I’ll do now. Just 6 short hours before he wakes up whether I’m ready for it or not!