Sweet Quinn

Sometimes it's the little things. This past week- well, basically since Matt moved- we've been wrestling with late night bedtimes and struggling to have a routine for Quinn. Yesterday, we did well by Quinn and were out and about throughout the day, honoring what his body and brain needs. He rewarded us by going to bed at 9:45, which was WAY earlier than the previous evenings midnight, and this morning woke and was ready for the world. He and I spent a lovely morning at the Children's Museum where he was excited to draw on his own face and play in the exhibits. He gave Clifford a big hug and recognized the story they read as one we read at home ourselves. He ate a good sized lunch at McDonalds and then we headed home for nap. After a minor- "two minutes, Mom" to drive the car, we were up in his room reading and getting set for a nap. I went down right away and he lay quietly next to me. Now and again I would wake up and he would either be laying next to me or sitting up looking at me or once, reading a book on the floor next to the bed. At one point, he ticked himself next to me, sidling along me. When he finally crashed, I noticed a scent in the room and the poor little man had a full diaper full of poo. How quietly he endured while I napped. He didn't even wake while I wiped him and got a fresh diaper on him. Good boy.