That's the sort of thing that happens when you forget a snack.
::bangs head::
We got our Harry Potter Valentine's for $1.08.
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That's the sort of thing that happens when you forget a snack.
::bangs head::
We got our Harry Potter Valentine's for $1.08.
Lillian was sitting next to her, made a note of this, and proceeded to stick her hand in front of the other baby's nose to protect it from the attack of the snot sucker.
Heh. Lillian the snot-sucker slayer....
The thing about daycare is that, IME, they KNOW that you will do anything for your child to NOT BE DIFFERENT. And so, they don't plan. The only time I freaked out on them not planning was when they all of a sudden (Like, Nov. 10th) decided to be closed on Veteran's Day. Enough of us parents freaked out on her and she kept the school open. So sometimes, it's worth freaking out, sometimes, NSM.
Plei, that is the cutest thing EVER.
Lillian was sitting next to her, made a note of this, and proceeded to stick her hand in front of the other baby's nose to protect it from the attack of the snot sucker.
So young, and already an activist. You must be proud. (Seriously, great empathy for such a young kid.)
That's really cute PMM
I love my weird freak of a baby.
Lillibean is too. freakin'. adorable. Eeee!
I am back from just over 4 hours of getting poked and prodded at the urgent care facility. If I go to my regular doctor he is not allowed to do blood tests, and he was not there first thing this morning anyway, so I went to urgent care. I got IV liquids, IV antibiotics, and a flu test (negative). Four hours after I took my tylenol, I asked if I could take more, they said no because my fever was gone. I told them it was coming back. They didn't believe me. Twenty minutes later it was back up to 101. I threw a fit when they tried to get me admitted to the hospital, so they are making me come back tomorrow for more IV antibiotics and liquids. They think the infection may have spread to my kidneys.
The thing about daycare is that, IME, they KNOW that you will do anything for your child to NOT BE DIFFERENT. And so, they don't plan.
Man, it's such a good thing that I won't be having kids. Because I would give my child(ren) trauma for life. "Cards and treats by 7 am tomorrow? As if. My kid'll be spending 9 hours playing with other kids--that's a party in itself."
And then those 9 hours would be spent with the other kids pinching Callietta, saying, "Why's your mom such a bitch, kiddo?"