The first time we put on a swing, at Christmastime in California, it was big tears and a terrified expression. So when his occupational therapy Emily wanted to take him to the park to swing, I was a little nervous. As further proof that the Quinn we knew is not the Quinn we know now, he defied expectations and LOVED it. He laughed and squealed and each time we stopped the swinging he screamed for more. He's getting so brave!