- 6 years ago
- Wedding: June 2012
A new baby started at DD’s daycare this week. He is about 8 months old, and probably weighs close to 30 pounds. (if you know nothing about babies, recognize that that is ENORMOUS for a baby that age). He looks like a meatball, and it’s kind of hilarious. When I first saw him, I thought he was totally cute.
Just starting daycare at that age is rough, though. It’s when the whole stranger danger thing starts to kick in, and kids can get separation anxiety if they’re away from their parents or other familiar faces and they’re not used to it. So naturally, this kid is having a little trouble adjusting.
Well, every day this week, when I go to pick Dear Daughter up from daycare, her care sheet shows that she’s taken a max of two naps, ~30 minutes each. This is nowhere close to enough. I ask them what happened — was she fighting her naps? Teething? And they say that nope; she would go to sleep but then the Meatball Kid would crawl around screaming and wake everyone up. At one point, he crawled under DD’s crib and started banging his head against the bottom of it while wailing. The daycare teacher was changing another kid’s diaper and couldn’t get to him right away, so he woke her up again.
Suddenly the Meatball Kid did not seem so cute.
These derailed naps mean my baby is totally cranky for the brief bit of time that I get to play with her at home, because she’s way overtired. And then she has to go to bed extra early, meaning I get to spend even less time with her than usual.
All because of that baby.
And that is how I, a 28-year-old adult woman, came to have as my nemesis an 8-month-old baby boy who cries because he misses his parents.
YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS, CHILD. NOT ON MY WATCH.
Who is your totally ridiculous and unworthy nemesis? A neighborhood cat? The little blonde girl that lives next door? WHO WOULD WIN IN A FIGHT?
(I’m not saying I’m not tough or anything, because I am, but honestly the Meatball Kid might be able to take me. He’s burly)