Wow, has it really been over a month between written posts? Well, we’ve been busy packing, moving, buying a house, selling a house, etc. Finally, things have started to settle down.
Quincy is doing great. He’s crawling like a maniac and pulls up on everything and everyone – even poor Ashby. Although it was funny to watch Quincy pull up on Ashby and then see Ashby take off while Quincy was still holding onto his fur. Quincy is doing some furniture surfing and can stand unassisted for a very long time. He will take steps if he is behind something that is moving or if you help him. I tend to think that his first true step will probably be an accident on his part.
He still has the 8 teeth – 4 up and 4 down. We suspect that one of his bottom pre-molars is coming in since he had been drooling a lot more than normal and Dara felt something in that area of his mouth. He is starting to bite less, but still comes at the dog with mouth wide open.
Quincy definitely has my internal thermometer. On Father’s Day we were at a picnic and Quincy did okay for a while, but then slowly had a meltdown, both physically and emotionally. It was VERY hot that day. We keep plenty of fans on in our new abode to keep the air moving – even if it is very hot air.
Quincy got to spend a lot of quality time with Gramma Dorcas recently. I had to drive up to Maine the end of May to close on our house up there and Dara had to work and Ashby hasn’t really shown that he is up to the task of taking care of the kid. So, Gramma came up and took care of things during my abscence and then during our relocation up to Belmont. Thanks Gramma!
We’ll be heading down to Maryland this weekend for my dad’s retirement from the ministry. Yours truly has been asked to speak during the occassion. Mwah-hah-ha-ha-ha. Be afraid – I’ve had 33 years to come up with this material. 🙂 Hopefully Quincy will handle the car ride okay. He’s becoming more agitated in the car as of late mainly because he wants to be moving around and getting into trouble.
Not much else has been happening on the Quincy front – just plugging away one day at a time. It is very hard to believe that he is almost a year old. Where does the time go? Soon he’ll be picking fights with me just like I did with my dad – ah – a time honored Rock family tradition.