Life is Changing...or, How Getting Bitten at Daycare Is Just Another Day

Where is the time going?  One day you're chilling at the hospital watching nurses swaddle children with one hand...the next day, you're tearing some rabid toddler from your baby's head.  What is going on?!

Needless to say, it has been a seriously eventful month.  We've had lots of firsts (including being bitten at daycare for the first time), a dramatic emergency situation turned to a "this happens all the time" moment and our first Mother's Day.  It was a great month...and it went a little something like this:

We started rice cereal right as I wrote the last update...and we had yet to experience his first post solid food poop.  Can I just tell you that it woke me up out of a dead sleep in the middle of the night?  Yes, it smelled that bad.  It didn't wake JACK up...and, well, nothing wakes Matt up....but it woke me up and was so terrible, that I had to wake Jack up to change him.  You know it was bad if I woke that non-sleeping kid up.

The only thing that is worse than rice cereal poop is the COLOR of sweet potato poop.  It's not for the weak.  I don't know what happens inside of that small body after the sweet potatoes go into the mouth, but on the opposite end -- it's just not pretty.

Then, he starting pooping like a grown man.  Not. Kidding.  There are no wipes that handle this sort of thing in an efficient fashion.  When do we potty train?

That about sums up the poop talk.  I mean, for now.  There will be more...because more solid foods are coming.

After the sweet potatoes, we tried regular old potatoes and that did NOT go well.  He spit that back out at me A LOT, so I gave up on that one pretty quickly.  However, all was not lost, because I figured out that if I mix a little mushy carrot with some potatoes....it's alllllllll good.  He really, really loves carrots.  In fact, I got worried his first night that he overate -- and it would end up on the walls later in the form of a little projectile vomit.  Oddly?  It all stayed down and he slept through the night.  (Sometimes, I think someone switches Jack with another baby that likes sleep....so I end up checking on him at least 3 times/night when he sleeps through.  Yes, I know this defeats the purpose.)

Also?  Mushy carrots (and mushy peas) are not my thing, nor are they Matt's, but we are THRILLED that Jack feels differently.  I assume this will change one day and I'll have to figure out some other way to get vegetables in his belly.

Our Little Man Ready to Eat!

Shovel. It. In.

So, did I mention that this little girl from Crazyville bit Jack on the head at daycare?  YES!  I know.  I couldn't believe it either....I'm appalled that such things happen at daycare.  I assumed everything was orderly, all babies were angels and that everyone napped on time every day.

Oh, this isn't the case?  Right.

Enter Lielle.

This small little walking child stalks Jack.  And, because Jack can't move...she typically catches him -- if she doesn't get distracted first.  The day this happens, I've just gotten done feeding Jack, so I lay him on his little Boppy pillow thingy so that I can wash my hands and clean up (clearly there's spit up on my work shirt, at this point).  I turn around to see that Lielle has Jack in a headlock (ok, she had both of her hands on the sides of his head, but that's a headlock to Jack!  The little guy can't move yet!)...and she is GNAWING on his head with her only front tooth.  I mean, FOR REAL?  So, I run over and pick her up -- only to quickly realize....um, I don't work here and she's not my child, so I am not supposed to be picking her up.  Oh, right.  So the daycare lady runs over -- as she sees that I'm panicked -- takes Lielle so that I can assess the damage on Jack's head.  (who, by the way, is so far in a milk coma that he has noticed NONE of this activity)  Anyway, he has this throbbing little welt on his sweet little head, but is obviously fine.

This has since happened 2 more times.  Imagine my frustration with this small child that I do not know and am (clearly) not in charge of raising.

What is Lielle learning at home?  Is this normal behavior?  Get control of your kids, people.

The good news is that the daycare folks have responded -- and will not let Lielle near Jack during their "play time."  I mean, at least wait until Jack is crawling so that he can get away!

And, yes, I will re-read this post when Jack uses his first tooth for bad rather than good.

While the sweet nibbles of Lielle didn't hurt him, I was certain that him hurling himself from the couch head first WOULD.  Turns out?  He's Gumby.

Yep, folks - he flew off the couch head first onto the floor.  He was sitting on the couch strapped into his bouncy seat (see below)....when he decided to sit up, lean forward and use his big head to topple himself over.  Needless to say, I had a heart attack....but Jack (after his initial screams) laughed it off with the pediatrician.

No more bouncy seat on the couch!
(or any where really because he just sits up
and topples out of it now...good grief!)

Matt and Jack made my first Mother's Day nothing short of awesome....as did everyone who sent gifts/cards and called/texted.  So, THANKS!  I felt like a special girl.  We even hit up my favorite parent/tot activity...the pool!

He has also found his voice, but still likes to take it for a test drive sometimes.  And, by sometimes - I mean at every inopportune moment.  Like, say?  at 3am?  or maybe at 30k feet?  Ya....that was my kid screaming and then giggling.  The good news was that it wasn't an early morning or red eye flight....AND, thankfully, he had to entire section giggling with him.  He's just that kind of fella.

God Love Him!

Speaking of traveling, ay?  Jack went international....and headed to Canada, America's hat.  Vancouver to be exact!  He hung out with Daddy for a couple of days while I worked and saw the sites of downtown and then some.

Checking out the city from Stanley Park

When momma gets upgraded, so do I!

First Class makes me tired.

I like the Red Carpet Club!

Over the past few months, conversations in this house have changed a lot.  We've reviewed puke patterns, poop colors and consistencies, sleep tendencies, swaddling strategies and, now....the binky debate.  We are only on this topic because we encountered a child on our plane that still had a binky in his mouth....

....at the tender age of 7.  Yes, SEVEN.

And, you know - I'm trying not to judge, but that's kind of what I do.  I'm good at it.  ....and I'm judging.  I mean, is this kid taking that thing to school?

All I know is that Matt and I may still be letting Jack have that binky after 6 months (even though all the books say not to)...but he will NOT have it when he starts first grade.  You gotta set achievable goals, people.

That is all.