Oh the joys of daycare

I won’t say I wasn’t warned, and it’s not like I have much of a choice. But it seems as though the sickness train runs through our house every five days thanks to Lena’s daycare. And I don’t really blame daycare either… so I’m really fricking conflicted about the whole thing. It’s the parents, who like me… need to get to work, and if their kid has the sniffles, they’re not going to say he/she is sick and keep them home. They’ll wait for daycare to send their child home. And this translates into communicable illnesses for all 12 infants at daycare. From what I understand, the entire infant room, including the caregivers, was laid up over the weekend.

Our poor little munchkin was firing from both barrels (aka nostrils) and really just wanted to be held. The only problem was that Lena is normally a little heating pad, and this most recent illness put whatever bodily functions are creating the most heat into overdrive. Plus, the appalling lack of painkillers and fever reducers for children under 6 months thanks to a bacteria at the plant that manufactures infant tylenol has basically made searching for this stuff the equivalent of looking for bigfoot in Los Angeles. To date, I’ve visited 14 different pharmacies and to no avail.

But the weekend wasn’t all badness… Lena’s definitely got this rolling over thing down. That and she is completely and totally fascinated with Memphis. There was actually a laughing fit this past weekend when she saw Memphis playing. Unfortunately, the video camera wasn’t ready to go until the tail end of Lena’s interest. And as you’ll see in the video, it appears that our dog has been using a lot of restraint when it comes to playing with the baby. Because when she thinks the gates are officially up, she wastes no time to rush the baby for a few kisses.