happy birthday sweet quin!

yesterday was quin's birthday, and the sweet little guy woke up so, so sick. whatever this cold is that he has caught, comes complete with funk in his eyes. and so his eyes were matted shut when he woke up that morning, and from his nap. for the newest three year old in our house, that was quite traumatic! i used a warm wash cloth to clean the junk off, and his little swollen face looked up at me and gave me a kiss. poor, sweet thing.

despite having a yucky cold, and funky eyes, quin is his sweet, chipper little self today. we sang "happy birthday" all day yesterday. quin enjoyed every second of deligating who we sang to next. we went around, and around the room singing to everyone that was in the room at the moment - all day long. this guy's got a song in his soul, and a beat in his hands. everything is a drumming instrument. everything. but his two favorites are lincoln logs, and forks. he doesn't beat anything hard, just always has a rhythem he's working on.

the last 6 weeks, he has been fascinated with saying, "i am 2, january i be 3," and attempting to hold up the appropriate fingers. this morning, after all the rounds of "happy birthday" yesterday, i asked quin how old he was. he looked up at me with his sick, droopy eyes and with his groggy little voice he proudly said, "i'm 3! birthday, january."

since he's not feeling so great, we're saving birthday celebrations for later in the week, when he'll enjoy them more.