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Claire's first assault at 9 Weeks.


Claire is nine weeks old today. She experienced her first assault. While Claire was sleeping in her chair, a one year old at daycare decided that her cute little forehead looked pretty tasty, so she went in for a taste. We now know that this one year old has 8 teeth. They are engraved on our poor little girl's forehead. Chris and I were both quite upset, but know that this type of incident is bound to happen. I guess we'll see what happens in the next few days and go from there. Otherwise, Claire is doing great even though the transition to daycare has been exhausting. She generally naps for only 3 hours at daycare which means she is one tired baby when she gets home. As a result, Claire sleeps from 6:00-12:30 and 12:45-5:00. We really shouldn't complain, but we miss seeing her beautiful smile and hearing her coos. We are hoping that as her new routine becomes more established, she'll sleep more at daycare and be more alert in the evening.
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Anonymous said…
ohhh poor kid. Maybe you should invest in a hidden camera to see what this poor child encounters during the day!!

Love ya, Jessica
September 14, 2007 at 1:40 PM
Anonymous said…
Yes, you should NOT complain! The opposite is MUCH worse!

I know you probably feel traumatized by the biting incident, but as an outsider with a toddler, it's kind of funny. Assuming, of course, it's an isolated incident!
September 15, 2007 at 6:19 AM
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