Well, we survived the first week of daycare. As of today no one has made any appointments with the area shrinks. I am hating the morning rush hour drive. This morning there was a major accident in front of us closing our main drag to daycare resulting in an adventure of road rage proportions attempting to find an alternate route during our lovely bumper to bumper commute. I find myself really thanking our employer for not making me drive to work every morning. There are a lot of really, really poor drivers out there. I mean really pathetic excuses for being able to hold a driver's license. No wonder people say flying is so much safer. Apparently anyone qualifies to get behind the wheel. And what's up with the total lack of blinker usage? Is it really that arduous of a task to hit the little handle up or down? I mean just hitting the blinker once in a while could really cut down on the idiocy. Part of the reason the drive is so stressful is our little hotbox of a son is sweating his tail off in his car seat. Those things don't breathe. I already told Carrie we could quit our jobs right now by simply designing a car seat that breathes. Millions! This thing is plastic and has a cushy cover that goes over it and since he's facing the trunk he doesn't get the air blowing from the vents. If we had a fancy mini van or an SUV we would probably have the vents on the roof that could blow down on him but we live in Accord land and don't. In the 15-20 minute drive it takes us to get there he is literally soaked from sweating so he's crying and kicking trying to get out of there exasperating the situation making him sweat more. This coupled with the numerous, what's the PC word I'm looking for here, not jackasses, let's say nincompoops weaving in and out of traffic while putting on their make up while sending that last minute all important text message all while driving with one knee. I'm not sure if daycare or getting to daycare is more dangerous.
At any rate, I don't think we're really satisfied. As soon as you say that you wonder if there would be a situation you could be satisfied in. Oh, I know, he could just stay home with us. That would be the solution we can't seem to get our heads around. We only need to provide two weeks to get out of this place so I think we are going to continue to research options and see what we can find. There are few red flags we've noticed. Today the doctors tell you it's only safe to have your baby sleep on their back. I realize previous years it's been their stomachs or even their side at one time. Every time we walk into daycare all the kids are sleeping on their stomachs. He's also only been there four days and two of those days he's come home with another child's bottle. That's not the worst thing that can happen, but he has his bag with Quentin spelled out on it in size 72 font. The bottles have his name on it. It shouldn't be hard to match one with the other unless you can't read; a possibility I suppose (shudder at the thought). My concern is whether or not they are feeding him the right bottles. I mean if they can't figure out who the bottle belongs to once it's empty how do I know they can figure it out when it's full? Breast milk is considered a bodily fluid, probably because it is, and therefore comes with all the risks of sharing bodily fluids such as hepatitis or the HIV. We certainly don't want our son going to daycare and coming home with some random person's HIV (pronounced like sieve). I again shudder at the thought. He keeps coming home with a rash on his cheeks as well. And the cheap perfume thing is driving me crazy. I'm buying a case of decent cologne for all these ladies to wear for Christmas. If my kid is going to smell like them at least put some cologne on so he can smell like a man. Am I being petty? I don't know ask me when we have child number three. I hear by that time you are a lot more relaxed. Until then I'm giving these people the third degree. Quick update - Carrie just got back and did give them the third degree and they passed. The lie detector test helped us feel at ease. We are probably over reacting a bit so hopefully we (read me) can calm down in the coming weeks. I'm still dousing him in cologne, though.
Quentin doesn't seem to be sleeping too much while he is there. He likes to be held so much at home that he really only sleeps for long periods of time when he's held and that's just not realistic at daycare so he comes home pretty tired and sleeps the afternoon away. Carrie has been taking the family in the afternoon on some nice walks, which the dog loves (he's back to getting two a day!) and it's nice for Carrie to bask in the sunshine as she goes back to 40+ work weeks on Monday. I think it must be a quite a sight with the stroller and our rambunctious giant dog. Our neighbor witnessed this the other day driving home and pulled over to see "if she needed any help." Nope! This is actually organized chaos. It was a nice gesture though.
It's nice that Carrie, the dog and Quentin can be outside. This is some of the nicest weather in the nation this time of year. Every day it's a breezy, sunny, low humidity 78 degrees which will last until late April/early May. We've been spending a lot more time after work on the porch and can't wait for the clocks to change again so we can get more afternoon daylight. There has been some scheming to see if we can get everyone (in one piece) to the beach this weekend. Is it possible to get the dog and Quentin there in one car? We had a vote and decided Lucky is too much of a menace, so in all seriousness I think we are going to take two cars - one for each child. I have tried to teach Lucky to swim and he failed so this may be a big moment in Luckylore. He's a pretty big wuss and it takes him quite a while to overcome his fear. (He wouldn't go outside, even to pee, for about a week after New Year's because of the fireworks). It's ironic because when we walk him our whole neighborhood is afraid of him because of his size and he's so chicken of them they have nothing to fear. At any rate we'll see how he does in the sand and surf. With that I'll leave with a a picture of Quentin making like a rubber ducky coming out of his bath.
At any rate, I don't think we're really satisfied. As soon as you say that you wonder if there would be a situation you could be satisfied in. Oh, I know, he could just stay home with us. That would be the solution we can't seem to get our heads around. We only need to provide two weeks to get out of this place so I think we are going to continue to research options and see what we can find. There are few red flags we've noticed. Today the doctors tell you it's only safe to have your baby sleep on their back. I realize previous years it's been their stomachs or even their side at one time. Every time we walk into daycare all the kids are sleeping on their stomachs. He's also only been there four days and two of those days he's come home with another child's bottle. That's not the worst thing that can happen, but he has his bag with Quentin spelled out on it in size 72 font. The bottles have his name on it. It shouldn't be hard to match one with the other unless you can't read; a possibility I suppose (shudder at the thought). My concern is whether or not they are feeding him the right bottles. I mean if they can't figure out who the bottle belongs to once it's empty how do I know they can figure it out when it's full? Breast milk is considered a bodily fluid, probably because it is, and therefore comes with all the risks of sharing bodily fluids such as hepatitis or the HIV. We certainly don't want our son going to daycare and coming home with some random person's HIV (pronounced like sieve). I again shudder at the thought. He keeps coming home with a rash on his cheeks as well. And the cheap perfume thing is driving me crazy. I'm buying a case of decent cologne for all these ladies to wear for Christmas. If my kid is going to smell like them at least put some cologne on so he can smell like a man. Am I being petty? I don't know ask me when we have child number three. I hear by that time you are a lot more relaxed. Until then I'm giving these people the third degree. Quick update - Carrie just got back and did give them the third degree and they passed. The lie detector test helped us feel at ease. We are probably over reacting a bit so hopefully we (read me) can calm down in the coming weeks. I'm still dousing him in cologne, though.
Quentin doesn't seem to be sleeping too much while he is there. He likes to be held so much at home that he really only sleeps for long periods of time when he's held and that's just not realistic at daycare so he comes home pretty tired and sleeps the afternoon away. Carrie has been taking the family in the afternoon on some nice walks, which the dog loves (he's back to getting two a day!) and it's nice for Carrie to bask in the sunshine as she goes back to 40+ work weeks on Monday. I think it must be a quite a sight with the stroller and our rambunctious giant dog. Our neighbor witnessed this the other day driving home and pulled over to see "if she needed any help." Nope! This is actually organized chaos. It was a nice gesture though.
It's nice that Carrie, the dog and Quentin can be outside. This is some of the nicest weather in the nation this time of year. Every day it's a breezy, sunny, low humidity 78 degrees which will last until late April/early May. We've been spending a lot more time after work on the porch and can't wait for the clocks to change again so we can get more afternoon daylight. There has been some scheming to see if we can get everyone (in one piece) to the beach this weekend. Is it possible to get the dog and Quentin there in one car? We had a vote and decided Lucky is too much of a menace, so in all seriousness I think we are going to take two cars - one for each child. I have tried to teach Lucky to swim and he failed so this may be a big moment in Luckylore. He's a pretty big wuss and it takes him quite a while to overcome his fear. (He wouldn't go outside, even to pee, for about a week after New Year's because of the fireworks). It's ironic because when we walk him our whole neighborhood is afraid of him because of his size and he's so chicken of them they have nothing to fear. At any rate we'll see how he does in the sand and surf. With that I'll leave with a a picture of Quentin making like a rubber ducky coming out of his bath.
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