The other day I was finishing up some laundry in the basement, and I could hear that Kimble had woken up, and was fussing a bit. Since I know his schedule, and know that he was quite alright, I finished up what I was doing and then came upstairs to get him.
He stopped crying when he saw me, but I almost started crying when I saw him! He had those big fat tears running down his face. So sad!
I felt like the worst, most neglectful mommy. Believe me, he got the star treatment after that. No more tears.