He's on the move! Quinn is days, maybe hours, away from crawling. He gets on all fours, rocks back and forth, then rolls over. Sometimes, he propels himself forward...but no actual crawling. Regardless, he does not stay in one place for long.
For once, you are going to read me vent instead of brag about my little Q! The for the last few days, nothing (and I mean NOTHING) seems to make Quinn happy. He is beyond whiny! To quote my elders from Elmore County, he is "ill as a hornet!" If I am holding him, he wants to be on the floor. If he is on the floor, he wants to be in the exersaucer. If he is on his back, he wants to be on his front. And the list goes on! Since the little man can't communicate verbally, his way telling me all this is to arch his back, make his entire body rigid, and let out a nerve cringing, "Uuuuuhhhhh!" Quinn even has no patience for Handy Manny or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse- his two favorites. Baby Einstein (aka baby crack), however, does appease him for 15-20 minutes. The one upside to all this havoc has been more sleep- no, not at night...during the day. He is napping 2 (sometimes 3) times a day up to 2.5 hours per nap.
The culprit (I think): more teeth. Dang you teeth! Be nice to my sweet baby!
Today, Ben and I left Quinn in a "stranger's" hands for the very first time. He went to Sunday School (specifically, the Ladybug Room) all by himself. As we drove up to the church and parked, I lost it. The tears began and almost didn't stop. Ben was so supportive. "We do not have to do this. We can always try again next weekend," he told me. It was not that I was nervous about leaving Quinn; just sad to be separated from him. But I HAD to do it...not just for him, but also for myself. As of late, my only adult contact is through email and Facebook!
Quinn happily went to the nursery teacher and didn't even look back at us. We walked passed the door (back and forth) several times before heading to worship service. He was in play-time bliss! I had nothing to worry about- they gave us a pager and promised to beep us if they could not console Quinn. I chose seats closest to the door just in case I needed to make a speedy exit. I do not know what got into me, but I cried through the first three songs of the service. I even made sure Ben had the pager...several times. An hour later.......the pager never beeped. We headed to the nursery (which is the size of a small elementary school) and I could not wait to get my hands on my sweet baby! He was ALL smiles! The teacher told us how well he did and said, "He sure is a talker!" My heart was so happy!
Ben and I really do have the sweetest, happiest baby ever born! Quinn goes with flow and enjoys meeting new people. I had wondered if he would be one of those painfully shy children or the child that screams when his mom and dad leaves. Nope...not Quinn. Regardless of where we go (grocery store, mall, doctor's office, Ben's office), Quinn is along for the ride. He just wants to look around and take it all in. And if there is a lady in his presence, he just wants to flirt!