Ben and I are enjoying watching Quinn's personality, quirks, and mannerisms develop. From the day he was born, Quinn has been a carbon copy Ben to me. But every now and then, I see little sparkles of me in Q. Whenever he is sitting, he crosses his ankles and rubs his feet together- that's me. Whenever he's telling you something serious, he does this head nod/bob thing- that's me. Organizes- check. Cleans up- you got it, moi (that reminds me...got to post about the yogurt spill).
Here are some other "family traits" that we can identify:
Love of Books- okay, that's an easy one- Ben.
A Vegetable-eating Machine- Bobo by way of Mawmaw. Q ate handfuls of sauteed spinach for dinner this week!
Gashouse Eggs- Papa by way of Grandad.
A Practitioner of "Early to Bed"- Uncle Jimmy.
The last trait is one of my favorites. Only hearing the stories, I've never experienced a "Where is Jimmy? Oh, he's gone to bed" evening. From what I've heard, Ben's brother, Jimmy, is notorious for getting up in the middle of an evening gathering and going to bed...just out of no where...like at 7:30 or 8pm. Guess who does the same thing. Yep, Quinn. The three of us can be playing in the living room, laughing, listening to the tv, in full awake mode. All of sudden, Quinn will say, "Bye" and start walking to the stairs to go to bed. And he means it. He's going. No matter what. Sometimes, he doesn't even say, "Bye." He just goes. And that leaves us asking, "Where is Quinn? Oh, he's gone to bed."
We have these plantation shutters in the kitchen that actually open out and fold back. Today was a super sunny day, so I decided to open the shutters all the way and take advantage of the winter sun. And here's what I found... Quinn's secret toy and nick-nack stash. He often watches the dogs through the slats. I guess while doing so, he's been collecting some goodies to "find" at a later time.