Bad Mood… And a Farewell to Zooey(?)

I’ll start this by saying that a long time ago, we looked at the two pacifiers on Ian’s shelf. These were his final two. One of them got snipped, and given to him, and he was so upset that, at the time, we gave him the other. But we knew right then, that the final zooey was truly going to be the FINAL zooey.

Fast forward to today…

I took him to a park with the Dads’ group (which I’m about ready to stop meeting with… because I don’t get to talk to the dads anyway, and they keep choosing locations that are 30 minutes from my house) and we had a great time. We headed home a little late, he fell asleep in the car (because, did I mention, the Dads’ group keeps choosing locations 30 minutes from my house?) and awoke in the driveway.

I tried to get him to sleep, but was met with a polite knock “Daddy! My not sleepy!” (possibly “sleeping” at the end there, hard to tell.) He gave me a hug and a kiss when I opened the door for him, so things were still going well.

Later he watched a video with me, it was about 4:30 or so… and he asked for a blanket. Then he was out like a light. I took him upstairs when a car muffler woke him up, and gave him his zooey/pacifier. About fifteen minutes later he cried and cried because he thought he had the “bad” zooey. Turns out, the final zooey had finally given in and produced a small crack. So then things really started going poorly. Upset and exhausted, Ian faced the evening with a frown.

I felt for Ian so much today. None of this was his fault, everything sort of conspired against him. His schedule got so screwed up.

He’s currently making moaning noises in his bed, without a good zooey. But it sounds like he’s doing his best to be brave. I give the little man much credit. When you see him next, give him a hug… and don’t mention the “z” word, please.