Baby fever

After James was born, people told me “well, now you’re going to get sick a lot more.” I thought I knew what they meant.

Sure, he was going to be exposed to sniffly kids, none of whom had a tested immune system, and so would be passing along every cold bug. But that was no big deal: A few extra colds I could handle, those that I actually caught, anyway.

But there was something I’d forgotten: That’s not the only source of germs kids bring home.

James has now entered a licking phase — I’m sure the baby books will call it an “oral something something something period” — but really, it’s a licking phase. And you can never catch him pre-lick, only post-lick, once he’s gotten a good swath of the Hesperia Star’s glass front door covered or the handle of the grocery store shopping cart spit-shined.

And here’s the thing: Jenn and I have not been licking windows and shopping cart handles for several decades now. That’s thousands of generations of evolution for window and shopping cart germs to come up with new ways to circumvent the human immune system.

Anyway, that’s the story of my weekend. How was yours?

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