I finally made Quinn sad enough to cry a tear!
Today, he finally leaked one drop out of his right eye. I think it’s wrong of me to be so delighted by his obvious extreme sadness, but, c’mon, the kid is two and a half. It’s about time he cried a little.
A little backstory: Quinn is sick. He’s been in a generally ugly state for a couple days what with the snot and the hacking cough and the whatnot. Last night his coughing woke him up and resulted in a lot of (mostly) dry heaving. Bottom line: The kid is sick.
More backstory: Sam’s bus arrives at the bus stop between 3:20 and 3:30, so Quinn and I leave the house at 3:15 to get there on time.
Okay, so the actual story: Today at 1, even though he doesn’t usually nap anymore, I put Quinn down for a nap. ‘Cause when you’re sick, you just need it. Then at 1:30 I, who had been up with Quinn for the dry heaves last night, also laid down for a nap. On the rare occasions I nap, I usually set a kitchen timer to wake me up so I’ll get to the bus stop on time, but today? No way in hell will I sleep for more than an hour. I’ll be fine.
Fast forward to 3:12 when I finally woke up, confused and with hair askew. I grabbed Quinn’s coat and put it on him in his crib, wrapped him in his blanket and then stuffed his barefooted self in the stroller to go to the bus stop. He did not care for this, as he was trying to sleep at the time.
He complained all the way to the bus stop. And, honestly, rightfully so. I would’ve been pissed too. I mean, I sorta was. I wanted to nap more too.
He held back the mighty deluge of his tear until we made it to the bus stop and I tried to cheer him up. My completely odd reaction to his sadness (what with the cheering and hugging about the tear and all) stopped Quinn short, and by the time we made it home, he was cheerful enough.
I takes my milestones whens I can get ’em.