Wow! It’s been a while, mainly because July has been an unusual month of firsts since I last posted. Join me for another wild and wooly trip into the parenting arena!
Noah started daycare, which has gone well. I’ve only forgotten his stuff when I’ve gone to pick him up once, and I’ve never forgotten him, so I count that as a win. Everyone seems to love him there, as random adults will shout “Hi, Noah!” when we arrive, while ignoring us. He’s the only boy in his room. I guess he’s kind of a big deal? As for us, we’ve settled into the new drop-off, pick-up, and getting-ready-for-school-every-night routine without incident.
Noah got his first two teeth! This was quite a surprise when we first noticed. They’re the bottom two front teeth, and while very nice and very cute teeth, they also mean he’s growing up too fast, so they’re frightening. Anyway, we trick him into showing us his teeth by letting him chew on one of his bottle lids, which leaves a nice clear plastic window to the bottom of his mouth. That’s pure Gina parenting ingenuity right there.
Noah got his first cold from daycare! This was less exciting and happened nearly the same day we discovered his teeth, so for a while we thought it was just a “teething fever.” It turns out, through medical research on the Internet, that there really is no such thing as a teething fever (even though many parents swear it’s a real thing). Whatever the truth is, we definitely confirmed with the pediatrician that this was a full-fledged, sneezy, snotty, coughing summer cold. (See, he’s already catching cooties from all the girls at school!)
We got our first shared illness brought home from daycare! This was even less exciting. In fact, it downright sucked, because we’re still fighting our way out of it almost 10 days later. Gina and her Mom were hit the hardest, as they juggled days taking care of the little guy while he was banned from daycare, and so were exposed the most. Gina still has the signs of a viral infection. I somehow dodged the virus bullet but managed to wear myself down enough to get a massive allergy attack in the middle of July. Supposedly there’s a lot of mold floating around these parts? Anyway, our house has been nothing but coughs and sniffles for a week.
But the final first, though dampened a little bit by our various illnesses, was Noah taking his first trip to West Virginia and meeting a good grouping of my family. He traveled like a champion, only getting cranky in the last half hour or so of the nine-hour drive. Noah finally meeting my brother was a big deal. Letting Mom hold him again was a lot of fun, especially since she’s been going through an illness of her own recently. Seeing Dad fawn over his grandson again while carrying Noah up and down the hillside was worth the long drive. Watching my aunts, uncles, and cousins interact with him was surely worth the incessant coughing, though I sincerely hope we all feel better for the second visit.
So really, it’s been all I could do just to keep up with all the changes around here, not to mention getting on the mend and actually writing about them. The ups and downs make me wonder what August has lying in wait for us. The hottest month in Northern Virginia has certainly been a time of change for me several times over – will this one live up to the hype?