Jan. 25 - Some Firsts

Jonathan is spending his first day at Carol's house for daycare today. I brought him there for an hour-long visit the last couple of Wednesdays to help him become familiar with the kids and the setting. He didn't seem too sure what to think of all the kids at first, but was excited to talk about them afterward, so I think he'll enjoy himself there. In fact, when I was getting him ready for bed last night, I told him that when he woke up, we'd go to Carol's house and he could spend all day playing with the toys and the kids, and he said, "Kids. Yeh!" Hopefully he'll have as much fun as he was expecting. I'll be eager to hear how things go. We packed his Thomas the Tank Engine backpack today, instead of his diaper bag, because he feels like a big kid, like his cousin Tyler, when he gets to bring that someplace.

Now he'll go to Carol's Mondays and Tuesdays, stay home with me on Wednesdays, and then visit his aunt Jean on Thursdays and Fridays. That was the original plan before everything happened with Garrett, and we decided to stick with it, since it's probably good for Jonathan to spend some time with other kids his age. Jean is absolutely wonderful with him though (I honestly couldn't ask for anyone better to nurture and love him while we're at work), and he adores her, so we didn't want to switch him entirely to a different provider. Plus he gets to see his uncle Jerry, aunt Pam and other family members at Jean's house sometimes, and I don't want him to miss out on those visits either.

Jerry got to witness another one of Jonathan's firsts yesterday when Jonathan got orange Play-Doh stuck in his nose! Jerry and I were both at the kitchen table when it happened, so I'm not sure how he managed to sneak it in there, but it was definitely a job to get out. We tried to have him to blow it out, but I don't think he really understands the concept yet. Either that, or he hasn't mastered the coordination necessary to do it yet.

He was pretty cooperative in letting me remove the blob that was already near his nostril, but I had to use tweezers to grab a few other big chunks. He managed to shove enough in there to nearly lose some up in that deeper cavity though, and as he fussed, I began to worry that he'd inhale it even farther. By the time we were working on that, Jerry was restraining his hands and I was trying to hold his head still, but he was not enjoying it, and with all his squirming I was afraid those tweezers would end up lodged in his nose too. Thankfully, I didn't have to wonder for too long whether Play-Doh might simply dissolve in the mucus before he happened to snort it out with one of his frustrated grunts.

Those are plenty of firsts for now, though. I'm hoping the rest of the week is rather low key.