From Mobile to Mobile, Part II

The other day when I went to pick up Reilly at daycare, Jenya—Reilly’s primary caregiver—said to her co-worker, “Alright, I’m outta here!” You see, there were four babies left, and since there is a 3:1 ratio in the Bunnies classroom, my arriving meant that one teacher was allowed to leave—Jenya. At the time, I found her attitude a little too jovial and slightly unprofessional. I mean, I was standing right there. Couldn’t she have said, “Another great day with the babies. I just can’t wait to get back tomorrow!”

Today, I spent my day chasing after Reilly. Reilly has healed from her virus and is rapidly making up for lost time. She spent the day crawling all over the apartment and pulling herself up on anything that was pull-up-able.

First, she inspected the exersaucer

then, she relieved the basket of its afghan

then she crawled into the kitchen

and got into her momma’s bag of clothes

and checked the ph levels in the soil of the houseplant

inspected the metal shelving

then crawled back to the living room, where she climbed the chair

and her dad.

Even my shoes were not spared the wrath of my mobile baby.

At the end of the day today when Shawn got home, I cracked a beer and said to myself, Yeehaw! Mom is home and I am officially off the clock! Then I thought of Jenya, who not only cares for Reilly, but two other children (directly) and six other children (indirectly).

And then I thought that maybe I should buy her a present.

Because she’s a saint.