Daycare Rocks

Bear loves his daycare. The gals are superfantastic to him, he gets lots of cuddles and snuggles from Miss Joanna, and he loves taking his powernaps in his superfantastic crib.

The crib also happens to be the designated Emergency Crib, which means that if the building is burning down, then all the infants in his room will be thrown into that crib and wheeled out the door in a mad dash. Which means bodes well for Bear making it out in one piece. It's his crib, after all.

Bear is still getting over that nasty cold. The snot factor has been huge with this cold, and mucus combined with snot running down a small person's face is not my idea of fun. Mothering a sick person is a fascinating experience. Someone actually wants me to comfort them. It makes my heart all mushy just thinking about it...sigh...

I have recently determined that Montessori is Italian for "we don't do boogers." Not that I blame those ladies one single bit. With the temp soaring in that infant room, nasal passages get dried out quickly. Keeping the babies warm means also keeping noses and faces dried out. And for Bear, it has meant some monster boogers this week. Nasty. He comes home with rosy cheeks and bats in the cave, and then he squaks like a banshee when I have to get rid of them. Fun, fun, fun.

On the work front, I think I am finally getting the hang of how to get out the door by 6:20AM. Thank goodness for small miracles.