Last month was very eventful -- some good and some bad. I'll start with the bad first.
After taking care of Joe completely on our own for five months, Joe Daddy and I decided to start using some of the resources that JD's work provides in terms of short-term child care options. PU provides us with the resources to send Joe to day care once a week for free. We figured that I could use the break to go grocery shopping without lugging Joe with me, or take a walk solo to get some fresh air sometimes or even get some sleep! So we got all signed up and they referred us to a "highly regarded, fully accredited, hospital affiliated" center. Even better, it had a 1:1.5 ratio (3 kids and 2 teachers!) We set Joe up to go there on a Wednesday from 10am-4pm. I used the time to get my tri-annual hair cut/color. Unfortunately, when Joe Daddy and I went to pick Joe up, he was screaming and they were asking us to fill out an "incident report".
They told us he had been bitten in the hand by one of the other children. They had ice on the wound when we got there. Later on at home, we took a good look at him and found bad scratches and some small bruises. It was awful.



We called to find out how the other injuries happened and were just told, "We don't know what happened." Bad answer. Although at that point, no answer that they could have come up with would have been good enough. Unfortunately the story doesn't end here. We noticed that he was spitting up alot and the next day got worse... and the next day got worse. Within three days, Joe felt like a human torch. Long story short, he ended up with a fever of 105.4 and we had to take him to the Emergency Room. I honestly can't even write out how horrible it was -- the nurses made me leave the room for about 30 minutes. He had to have blood drawn and urine drawn from a catheter for testing. It turned out to be some really bad virus, but we still don't have the exact diagnosis. The nurses felt bad for all the 'trauma', so they gave Joey a cute stuffed moose during our discharge from the ER.

Trying to find the bright side in all of this, we did learn a few things from this experience:
1. We will never again trust other people (even an Ivy League institution) to find a good child care center for us. I will do all the research/visiting/etc myself.
2. Joe has momma's trait of having difficult-to-locate veins and super fast clotting. I feel terrible for him. It's not a good thing for me to pass down. :(
3. Joe has daddy's trait of being 'immune' to Tylenol. It never brought down his fever at all, but within an hour of receiving Motrin, his fever went down by 3 degrees.
OK! Enough about the bad stuff! Let's move on to the cute stuff!Joe is still a big-ol-kid! He's a few ounces over 20lbs and is starting to not fit in some of his favorite toys anymore. I guess it's time to move on to bigger and better things!

He is pretty mobile now. He's not a fast crawler, but he can scoot and roll well enough to get anywhere he wants to go. His favorite places to go exploring include the closet, under any table, and I even found him once underneath his jumper. I don't know how he got there, but he seemed very pleased with himself.


Joe also met some new folks who visited us this past month.
Here's Joe with JM's friend and roommate from college:

Here's Joe with JD's friend from high school and his lovely wife:

I also got to visit the boys that I used to nanny. Anytime their Grandma Judy comes to town, she gives me a call so we can all get together. She adored Joe and even helped me change a poopy diaper. It was amazing.


This is a pretty large update, so I'll stop here. Sunday is Joe's 6 month birthday and Uncle J is here visiting, so I will probably post after this weekend with more. I'll leave you with a couple of random cute pictures that I couldn't fit in anywhere else.
