12, 2000 - Tuesday
Poor Harry has his first cold. In a way, it's a surprise that it took so long, but then his mother still breast-feeds him and that certainly helps. This time, however, the check was in the mail because when he went to visit the new daycare on Friday, all the kids there had a cold. Since he stayed for about an hour, it was really just a matter of time.
Even still, poor dad, Harry seemed so excited this morning about seeing his new friends and playing with all the toys that he hardly acknowledged either that I was leaving this morning or that I'd come back this afternoon. Well, certainly, that's for the best. At least he looked at me when I said good-bye, before turning back to the toys.