Friday, September 30, 2011
I'm babysitting a baby today.
The last time I spent four consecutive hours with a baby by myself was eight years ago. That's a long time. But I'm excited. I think this is how being a grandmother might feel.
Najla babbles like an idiot with baby.
Najla feeds cute baby.
Baby wakes up.
Fussy baby goes home.
I announced to my boys this morning that their mother was going to spend part of her day babysitting a baby.
Zach: Uh... is said baby going to be here for an extended period of time?
Me: Her name is Freya. She's a girl. She's staying for several hours.
Zach: I'll be referring to the baby as an "it."
Zayd: Will she be here when we get home?
Zayd: Thank God.
Ethan: Are you babysitting because you miss holding a baby like when we were babies?
Me: Well, I do miss holding a baby, but I'm doing this because a friend needed my help.
Ethan: Will I get to see the baby?
Me: No. I don't think you'll be home in time.
Zach: Are you qualified to take care of said baby?
Me: I believe I am.
Zach gives me a look that clearly questions this response.
Evan enters the scene late.
Evan: I heard you're watching a baby today.
News travels fast.
Evan: Love the way we are the last to find out about these things. Just like your trip to New York. Had to find out on Facebook.
I didn't realize that I had to run my activities by my sons before I proceeded to tell whomever I wanted to tell. Is this going to get worse as they get older?
Evan: Are you nervous?
Me: No - I'm looking forward to it.
Evan: Yeah. Will we get to see it?
Me: It's a she.
Evan: Will we get to see her?
Me: I don't think so.
Evan: Oh. That's too bad.
Evan: What about Mollie?
Me: I'll keep her in her kennel if she is a problem.
Ethan: Are they going to pay you?
Me: They want to but I told them I wouldn't accept it.
Ethan: That's because you're so nice.