Our last day in Kunming

 
Well, we definitely have a boy!  We bought him some blocks (like Duplos) and the first thing he made, without any help, was a machine gun. Which he promptly used to shoot Mama, Grandma, and everything else in the room. Then Baba came into the room and he was shot as well.  I left the room for a few minutes and when I came back, the machine gun had a clip and a sight added on to it.  I have a feeling that the embellishments didn't come from Quincy's imagination...  I'm betting that the pistol that Baba was using to shoot back with was made by bigger hands as well...
 
This morning Richard took us to the bronze palace.  It was a palace that belonged to one of China's most famous traitors.  That's about as much of the history lesson as I was able to absorb because I was chasing Quincy around  to prevent him from falling down all of the steep steps and from jumping off the edges of the terraces down the side of the mountain.  I think Jason and Jan may have actually had a chance to learn something... :)
 
Oh yeah, Baba also bought him a little wooden sword at the palace, which he tried to use as a gun...  He'd point it at the woods and make shooting sounds.  At first Quincy was saying that he would use the sword to kill the bad people.  Later on after he tried to hit Mama and Baba with it a couple of times and learned that wasn't acceptable, he started to let it bang against his legs as we were walking.  Richard asked why he was doing that, and he said that if he can't hit other people with it, he will just hit himself. I guess you can't argue with logic...
 
Overall Quincy's been great (as long as he gets his nap!) and we feel truly blessed to have this amazing boy in our lives. 
 
We fly back to Guangzhou tomorrow morning and then home a few days after that...  I have to say I'm very relieved.  This hotel living is for the birds!!!! China is beautiful, but there really is no place like home.  We're really looking forward to getting home and figuring out what our real life will be like with our son. 
 
Love always,
Bridget