No wonder Quincy hovers around the high chair.

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Desi takes a spill at daycare

Yeah, yeah...I'm a blogging slacker. I have 3 blogs and I haven't touched any of them in weeks. Some in months. Time to get on it.

Today, there was an event at daycare that has me ready to tell you all about it. Still trying to figure out exactly how I feel about it.

I am at work, today, and I get a call from Shaundar. Apparently, the daycare has called her and told her that Desi has fallen, head first, out of his crib. The crib assigned to Desi hasn't been lowered, yet. As I haven't been updating the blog, I don't think I've talked about "Standing Desi," yet. Desi stands. Has been pulling himself up since my trip to New Orleans. Does it quite frequently, now. I lowered the crib at home on the first sign that he was thinking about pulling himself up. Apparently, daycare didn't think to do it.

Shaundar, being the protective mother that she is, immediately blamed us. We should have DEMANDED that the crib be lowered. Me...I don't see why we need to be babysitting the babysitters. I mean, sure...there are things to police. Like, "Hey, I'm Jewish (we're not really Jewish). Don't feed my kid pork." Or, "Hey...don't regurgitate your Democrat propoganda in front of my kid." But, "Hey...you should really lower the crib for kids who are standing."? You would figure they would get that on their own.

Anyway...he was napping. The girl in the room (and, I call her a girl because she can't be older than 17 or 18, max) was changing one of the other babies. After changing, she turned around to wash her hands. During that time, Desi woke up, stood up, and flipped himself over the rail and fell onto the carpeted floor, head first. This is their story.

Personally...I call BS. I mean, Desi hasn't mastered the art of standing in 5 seconds, yet. He still takes it pretty slow. So, unless she was washing her hands for 5 minutes, I find it hard to believe that she was at the sink long enough for him to wake up (without making any noises, which is unusual), scoot himself to the rail, pull himself into standing position, climb the rail, and tumble over the rail. No...I think she just wasn't paying attention to him.

So, I've been struggling. On one hand...kids get hurt. I have a boy. He is going to have plenty of injuries while he's growing. But, this one seems wholly preventable. I didn't bite anyone's head off when I picked him up, today. But, still...what the heck? How can my 9 month old be put in a position where he can take a 5 foot spill onto his head?

For the record, I took him to see the doctor. She says he looks, "Perfect." She always says this about him. I think my baby doctor really digs my kid. Everything is functioning properly. When I got him home, he wanted to play. So, asside from a fair sized bruise on his forehead, no problems.

I think I may stay home with him, tomorrow, anyway. And, I think I may call some other daycares to see what the wait list looks like.

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When I'm a dad, I promise not to...

Take my kid to Bourbon Street in New Orleans.

Okay, okay...I know I am a dad, now. But, the label was already created.

So, how about this: Now that I am a dad, I promise not to take my kid to Bourbon Street in New Orleans.

I am currently in New Orleans for work. I arrived on Saturday night, had a good time as a tourist on Sunday, and started work on Monday. I hit up Bourbon Street on Sunday, but not very hard. Really, I just wanted to see it. Tonight, we took it in more. I went with 3 coworkers.

If you've never been to New Orleans, let me tell you a little bit about Bourbon Street. (Warning...if you are my grandfather, you may want to stop reading here).

Bourbon Street has three kinds of stores. Tourist shops selling crap, bars, and strip clubs. That's it. At night, the street is not accessable for vehicles. People walk up and down the street and you are allowed to carry alchohol around with you outside. In fact, people are selling alchohol outside. It's really no holds barred. There is even a club, I'm not positive as I didn't go in, but given the pictures outside I am pretty sure, that you go in to watch people have sex. I don't know about other guys...but I am not THAT lonely.

Anyway...this post isn't about the debotchery of New Orleans. I am an adult. I can handle it. What baffles me is the amount of children I saw, tonight.

It's almost 12:30 AM. I just got back to my room. We were walking Bourbon Street between 10 and midnight. These kids were about 9 and 13, maybe. So...#1, here we have kids out at midnight. #2, here we have kids walking by a club that has visible pictures of people having sex outside. And...booze EVERYWHERE.

What kind of parents do that? I asked Michelle, the coworker I was out with who also has kids, if she would bring her kids here. She said, "Um...I'm a good mother."

Seriously...I'm baffled. Who does that. Those parents get a Fail, in my book.