Chomp, Chomp

Quentin is learning that teeth can be used for more than just boring eating. We had not one, not two but three glorious biting battles at daycare this week. What's that saying? Fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice shame on me, fool me three times and I'm calling the police if you don't get your daycare under control? Or something like that. So the first day he comes home with a huge bite mark on his hand and they didn't say anything to us. "Hey hon, did you notice our little guy tattooed his hand with a bite mark while we were at work? Ya, loved that." So when we brought him in the next day and asked about it they said he did it to himself. Okay. Well, he's never done that at home, but fool me once...That day we get a call that he bit another boy. Likely story to back up the first. Okay, I won't be that parent. I'm sure that kid deserved it but we will punish him after we give him a high five for standing up for himself. That "other kid' was bigger, older and stole his toy. The punk got what he deserved. The next day Q comes home with a big old bite on his forearm. That same punk bit him (and incidentally bit another kid ON THE FACE the same day) that stole his toy the day before. So tell me where is the problem?

Coming from a senior management perspective they obviously have a supervision problem. At what point does someone come to the realization that bigger, biting, bully brat might need to be culled from the herd? I mean the third time is the charm, right? I should have gone the law school route. We think we may need a parent-teacher conference working in reverse. It's all very disappointing. I wonder what happens when they starting swinging? Do you think they just get them gloves and let them work it out? Place your bets! This is a moment when cameras would come in really handy. It would give us a much better idea of the place is out of control or if it's just one of those things. Is anyone really satisfied with their daycare provider?

Other than that things are pretty peachy. He can turn on the stove, which is gas so that's a positive. We can finally get him making breakfast for us. No, this isn't good at all. He totally gets the "hot, hot, hot." But that's not really a deterrent. He just turns it on and looks at it saying hot. He slightly burned a finger, a pinkie to be exact on the stove. Ah, another milestone achieved. And those childproof electrical outlet covers? I would say they are using the term childproof very loosely. I agree he couldn't get them off when he was 1, technically still a child, but now that he's a hair short of 18 months it's a daily routine to go through the house and take them all off and then return with different items like a curling iron he can practice plugging in. It's all very ideal. I am not pediatrician but one would think that 18 months should still classify as child. And today he performed the trifecta when he opened his first closed door. So, we need to re-childproof our childproof home as captain advanced is defeating all our safety mechanisms. Maybe he's the next Houdini.

Here is a picture of Q wearing out dad and taking a much needed nap. As you can see our boy likes to spread out. It's another reason we don't like him in our bed. He's flipping and flopping so it's not uncommon to get smacked upside the head as he rolls over arms fully extended. That's not the wake up call I had in mind.