Mrs. 4444 is offering her fragment collection service once again. (American Eagle flight 4444 offers a trip from Montreal CA, to JFK, New York. Mrs. 4444 should ask for a discount if she ever books that flight)
Today, I’m going to skip the various fragments I started putting together and just focus on one story with a few fragments to it.
I don’t care for schedules but my DIL does and this week I was called to babysitting duty. Serving your extended family is kinda like serving your country. It can be dangerous.
Being a little worried about being on time to music fun time at the park district, I gave myself plenty of time. We arrived to an empty room. About 5 minutes later the instructor comes in and says it’s at least 10 minutes more before it begins. We were at least 20 minutes early for an hour long event.
Nap time - things are going good. Granddaughter ate all her lunch, I darken her room, she was rocked while she drank a cup of milk, I put her down with no fuss, go downstairs, turn on baby monitor (I could probably do a post on babycare technology). Over the next hour and half I was treated to her private off-broadway one-kid show live from her crib. She sang all the top hit kid songs.
After this long performance I figure her nap is toast and go into her room to get her ready for the next event on the agenda, pick up her brother from school.
I could not believe my eyes as I entered the room. There she is grinning and still bouncing in her crib - butt naked. She had stripped everything off including diaper. I was prepared for the worse when I looked inside but thank goodness her daily poop was not to come for another 20 minutes. How she creates toxic waste is also amazing.
This two year old tornado looked a little sleepy while we sat in the car waiting for her brother’s school to finish. I knew it would still be minutes more before we were allowed in, so I figured letting her out of the car seat and having her join me in the front would be a good idea. Nothing is broken but she gave every knob, button and turn signal handle a good endurance test. I was surprised as I placed her out the door, she reached back in. What in the world is she reaching for? My eyes caught it just in time - the small handles on the floor that open the gas tank and trunk lid. If it pushes, pulls, twists or turns she can identify it.
As we were pulling away I noticed the emergency flasher going. I had to think a second about the location of that very unused button. I should have asked her.
Being a little worried about being on time to music fun time at the park district, I gave myself plenty of time. We arrived to an empty room. About 5 minutes later the instructor comes in and says it’s at least 10 minutes more before it begins. We were at least 20 minutes early for an hour long event.
Nap time - things are going good. Granddaughter ate all her lunch, I darken her room, she was rocked while she drank a cup of milk, I put her down with no fuss, go downstairs, turn on baby monitor (I could probably do a post on babycare technology). Over the next hour and half I was treated to her private off-broadway one-kid show live from her crib. She sang all the top hit kid songs.
After this long performance I figure her nap is toast and go into her room to get her ready for the next event on the agenda, pick up her brother from school.
I could not believe my eyes as I entered the room. There she is grinning and still bouncing in her crib - butt naked. She had stripped everything off including diaper. I was prepared for the worse when I looked inside but thank goodness her daily poop was not to come for another 20 minutes. How she creates toxic waste is also amazing.
This two year old tornado looked a little sleepy while we sat in the car waiting for her brother’s school to finish. I knew it would still be minutes more before we were allowed in, so I figured letting her out of the car seat and having her join me in the front would be a good idea. Nothing is broken but she gave every knob, button and turn signal handle a good endurance test. I was surprised as I placed her out the door, she reached back in. What in the world is she reaching for? My eyes caught it just in time - the small handles on the floor that open the gas tank and trunk lid. If it pushes, pulls, twists or turns she can identify it.
As we were pulling away I noticed the emergency flasher going. I had to think a second about the location of that very unused button. I should have asked her.
