I look forward to the day where he can come over and be entertaining. Babies are cute and all, but he's only 3 months old. He doesn't "do" a whole lot at this stage. We are best pals though...just ask him while I'm in his line of sight. N has to help with his brother a lot when he's at his dad's house, and I think he enjoys it for the most part. It's so refreshing to see him so helpful with little E, because he isn't as sweet and kind to B. I'm sure it's the age difference and the annoyance factor, but it's still frustrating.
Watching E tonight made me think of all of the crazy things I've had happen in the past while babysitting. While I've had some really great babysitting jobs in my life (i.e. babysitting for Brock Marion when he played for the Cowboys and several other Cowboys families), I've also had some pretty crazy times. Once, while babysitting my neighbors (two little boys) they barricaded themselves in the backyard and peed all over the windows. I just laughed. A lot. Their parents left them "lemonade" to drink, but more often than not, they labeled the wrong pitcher and I served them margaritas on more than one occasion. Whoops!
There was a really great family I used to babysit for when I lived in Kansas. Oh, the MacHarts. Their mom is still one of my most favorite people. I love her to pieces, because she rarely uses a filter, and she's never changed. I spent so much time with their family for the few years we were neighbors. There were several babysitting aged girls in our little area, but the MacHart kids and I were mutual favorites.
Now that I look back, I use a lot of the same tactics I used back then with those three. Two girls sandwiched their brother, who was probably my biggest challenge. He had a mean streak, but he was precious. He would get so mad when things wouldn't go his way, and he would narrow his eyes and practically spit while trying to say (in the meanest munchkin voice he could muster) "What me to tear your face off?" It was so hard to NOT laugh at him...even though I was slightly afraid of him at times. The girls were precious: we loved playing games, painting/redecorating with monster paint, and having fashion shows. I spent a lot of time with them, not only at home, but also running around. We went to movies and the pool, ran errands, and honestly, went pretty much everywhere together.
They moved away right before I did, but we still talk. Although the kids were quite small when I babysat them, they still remember me. We're even friends on Facebook! It kind of creeps me out that the baby of the family just turned 21. Time flies...
Overall, they were a breeze compared to some of the kids I've watched more recently. I've had kids who refuse to wear their seatbelts, kids who figure out how to take off the child-lock and open the car door as I'm driving down the highway, and kids who bite/fight/make people bleed. I could go on and on about this all night, but I won't. I'd like to sleep at some point.
In other news, I got a little creative with lollipops this week. Honestly, it's not all that creative, but it will be. It's a work in progress. If you know me, you'll know that I have great ideas in my head, but lack the creative crafty genius to follow through in real life. I originally intended to make lollipop flowers, or maybe a wreath, but instead I just kinda shoved 'em all together. It works for me.
There are all kinds of interesting flavors like mocha latte, cinnamon bun, candy apple, butterscotch sundae, and pink lemonade. N and his friends have been poison checking them for me, and I know B will flip out when he sees them on Monday when he gets home. Oh boy! Thank goodness we're good at brushing our teeth!
Tomorrow N has his first (and only) night game of the season. They'll get to use the ballpark lights, and I can't wait for the game! After that, I'm off for some much needed girl time...where I'll inevitably be convinced to do things I normally wouldn't consider. Until then, I'm watching Jurassic Park with my favorite 10 year-old, and entertaining him with stories of my first time watching this movie when I was a little older than he is now. Man, I was a scaredy cat. Oh wait...I still am!
Aubs
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