I'm sick. DG is sick. Maybe J is sick -- hard to say with him because it could just be allergies. Friends tell you that when you put a child into group care they spend the first year of that sick. After a year it gets better. This has been true in spades. The first year of daycare, DG was sick all the time. It's better now. Still, when she brings something home, it's a doozy. More interestingly, when she gets sick, I invariably get sick but J doesn't. Maybe it's an east-west thing. I got all the viruses that were west of the Mississippi and there is a different set for those who live on the east side.
Yesterday, I was really bad. At one point in the afternoon, I just had to sleep. I set DG up with a video and then dozed on the couch. She got bored. The first time she tried to wake me up, she took her Dora the Explorer ball and threw square at my sleeping face. I got mad and made it clear that was unacceptable behavior, then went back to sleep. The second time, she came around with a rattle that she *never* plays with. That rattle started shaking around 3 inches from my nose and I grabbed it out of her little hand and threw it on the floor. After that, she stopped with the overt acts and just made sure that my head was included in her climbing circuit (up the table, over the back of the couch onto mommy's head, across the couch, onto the floor and back around again. As for the climbing circuit, one of J's colleagues who has 2 kids was over at the house when she started to climb. She was quite appalled. All I can say is the kid is part mountain goat. There was no way to stop her, so we just tried to make it as safe as we could.
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