Tidbits

- I asked Little Sister what she was going to wear today. She said "my jammies"

-Mom was coming to pick up Captain Awesome for a doctors appointment. He was all ready with shoes and everything all he had to do was put on his coat. I told him to go put on his coat and wait outside because his mom was coming up the street. Next thing I know Mom is there and the Captain is putting on ALL his snow gear-he didn't even have his shoes on any longer.

-After I said he was crazy, Captain informed me that he is handsome, not crazy.

One of those days

After one clogged toilet, two broken Christmas decorations, three time-outs, four dirty diapers, five DVD changes, six fights over toys, seven demands for more milk and eight longh hours of babysitting, I am one tired babysitter and mother and I am SO ready for the weekend.

Enthusiasm

The Captain is nothing if not enthusiastic (and confidant) some of my favorites lately:

Me: your lunch is ready
Him: my lunch? Yes! Wahoo! I like lunch!

Him: I'm handsome cuz my shirt and my pants and my shoes are handsome
Me: what about your face?
Him: yeah, my face is handsome.

Him: Yeah! I'm the winner! I'm so good at this game always win it!

Him:first I'll clean this up then I'll go play with Clyde. Okay it's Plan.

Him: this is SO COOL!

Which is Worse?

So I know I occasionally complain when I have eight or nine kids under my surveylance but yesterday emphasized the need for balance in the number of children I watch. Yesterday Little Sister woke up an hour early from her nap. I know- that in itself is bad enough but wait. Captain Awesome left soon after to play at Clyde's house leaving me, Baby and Little Sister at home all afternoon. I underestimated her dependance on the Captain for entertainment purposes but never again!
because with him gone she followed me around. We're talking within a four foot radia for three hours and I could not shake her off. Her shrill little voice calling me every two seconds soon made my chest clench in annoyance and anxiety. " milk" and "look" and "what" are words I heard in such vast quantities as to assign them a spot next to the vilest of other four letter words in my heart. She wouldn't take another nap. She wouldn't play with her toys. And there was no one to rescue me from near insanity. So, back to my original question... Which is worse packs of noisy chaotic animals attacking from all sides? Or one small parasite slowly but surely suffocating it's host?

For the record

Dear readers(assuming you exist)
I just wanted to clarify that although I usually write the catastrophes of the day, most days Are
Pretty good and although I can't lie and tell you I like babysitting, I will
Tell you that I actually so like the kids I babysit.
Little sister can be really sweet and funny. She always asks me how I am ( sounds like w-are-yo)
Or if I'm ok (Kay?) she likes to put on hats and shoes and is a good
Sport she all her older brothers push her around
Captain Awesome is usually really good about doing things I ask him
To, like turn off the tv, tries to be nice to his little sister, and is so enthusiastic about things sometimes
I can't help but smile.
So please keep in mind as you read my little anecdotes that they are true but are mostly for entertainment purposes only.
Sincerely,
Alison

Fantasy Fee

Sometimes I think I should charge a fee for changing poopy diapers. Not a lot- like a dollar per diaper. Maybe five for the green ones.

Why Friday?

Fridays always seem the hardest day of the week in the babysitting scene. It's like life is saying to me "if you aren't already ready for the weekend, here's a little more incentive." Seriously. In my book friday has always been the easy going, take life a little lighter days. Not so. For some reason every friday I have at least 6 kids to chase after. Today it was seven. Captain Awesome, Little Sister and Baby as usual. Fridays I usually tend Prince Humphrey and his little sister (my niec)e so that wasn't unusual. Today Bonnie and Clyde came over as well and for some reason the looks on their faces I couldn't turn away. I should have sent them home. Here's the rundown of my morning:

Clyde slipped on a blanket and bumped his head. Clyde cried

Little sister hit Roxanne. Roxanne cried.

Prince Humphrey hit Captain Awesome. Captain Awesome cried.

Bonnie hit Little sister. Little Sister cried.

Bonnie wouldn't share with Roxanne. Roxanne cried

Captain Awesome wouldn't let Prince Humphrey in his fort. Prince Humphrey cried

Baby was hungry but didn't want his bottle. Baby cried

Bonnie wanted to go home. Bonnie cried.

Daisy scared Roxanne. Roxanne cried .

Clyde remembered he bumped his head. Clyde cried again.

This was in between time outs for fighting, picking movie debates, me forcing them to play outside (I know I'm so mean) them whining, frantic potty trips, and telling me a hundred times they wanted hot dogs for lunch. The weekend was never so welcome.