Someone Else Touched My Kid!

Monday was Aidan's first day of daycare. Well, half day. Mom was home, but we wanted to get him acclimated to the storm of neglect we were about to heap on him slowly. So he went for a few hours, and apparently was none too thrilled. I know this because our daycare gives us a little sheet each day to tell us some crucial information about our little angel. Pay attention, this may be on the test. Key metrics include: time arrived, time of feedings, amount of feedings, time and length of naps, number of wet diapers, number of poopy diapers (or "BM" as the terribly PC card calls it...what's wrong with poopy? Bah, they're probably commies. Anyway, I wouldn't call his poops "movements as of late-- they're more like entire friggin' symphonies), number of dry diapers, average overall mood, phase of the moon, etc. Kinda cool, actually. If nothing else, I can wave them around in front of his future girlfriends and joyfully exclaim, "Oh, will you just LOOK at how good of a pooper your boyfriend is!"

Tuesday was another milestone-- the first FULL day. Aidan's pretty easygoing, and this was evident when I picked him up that night. The staff said he was very good all day (damn right, that's what I pay them to tell me) and seemed pleasant. He was THRILLED to see me. It took him a minute to realize who I was, but once he did he just giggled and giggled and giggled. It was in all honesty one of the best moments I have had as a parent thus far. When I picked him up, he buried his head in my chest and squealed, and hugged me. This continued for almost a whole hour too, so he was happy when Mom got home. It's kind of indescribable... it would be akin to me getting a phonecall from Dane Cook to tell me I had just won $100 million tax-free dollars and that Alyson Hannigan was going to personally deliver the check naked on a tricycle behind which monkeys on rollerskates were being towed, waving sparklers and throwing candy to my whole block. And behind THEM would be ninjas (on fire) doing all kinds of sweet backflips and stuff to the sounds of Sweet Home Alabama while the Blue Angels flew over my house and dropped a thousand cans of Guiness with individual parachutes.

What, like that wouldn't make you happy? And he was like that a WHOLE HOUR. The next day was a repeat of the same, and I couldn't be more relieved. I mean, anyone who knows me knows I'm not the most trusting guy when it comes to my stuff, and Aidan is pretty much at the top of the line when it comes to "my stuff". So I'm relieved that he seems to be adapting fine to his new place, and playing well with the other babies. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get the phone. After all, I wouldn't want to miss Dane's call.