Señor Cranky Pants

I don't know what is wrong with Quinn today. Ever since he woke up from his nap a couple of hours ago, he has been so cranky. I've tried nursing him, tickling him, rocking him, walking with him . . . So far, the only things that have calmed him for any length of time have been distracting him with Cheerios and ceiling fans. I wish he could just tell me what he wants! He pushes me away, he pulls me close. He wants to lie down, he wants to stand up. He wants his paci, he throws his paci. This is so sad. Love, Us.