For The 1st Time, Getting A Babysitter For My 2 Year-Old
2 years, 5 months.
Sharing a birthday with Adolf Hitler typically means I expect bad things to happen on or around April 20th: The Oklahoma City bombing, the Columbine school shooting, and this week, the Boston Marathon bombing.
Today on my 32nd birthday, I find comfort in knowing that both of the suspects of the Boston Marathon bombing were caught and captured.
On the lighter side of things, for my birthday today… I’m trying to think of a… more masculine… way to say it…
Mommy took me on a much needed clothes shopping spree!
Half the clothes in my closet were from before I met Mommy in 2006, while the other half were bought nearly 5 years ago when we got married. A lot of my clothes are either worn out, out of style, or simply sloppy and baggy.
I let Mommy be my guide, picking out what looks good on me, not what I think looks good on me. Left to my own demise, I would end up picking out clothes that were all blue, and of course, baggy and sloppy.
As for you, some friends from our church watched you in their home. This marks the first time ever in your 2 years and 5 months of existence that we’ve had anyone other than family watch you while you were awake.
Needless to say, it went very well. They sent me the picture above while were Mommy and I were at Old Navy.
Granted, you were pretty psyched about the whole event to begin with. You could barely contain yourself as we unbuckled you from your car seat to take you into their home:
“Hi Nelda, look: I brought my purple truck!”
By the time we picked you up about 2 and a half hours later, we found you kicked back on the recliner with Stan, Nelda’s husband, watching the NASCAR race.
So I would say your first babysitting experience by a non-family member, while you were awake, went quite well.
As a treat for you, we brought you home some Thomas the Train “big boy” underwear.
Hint, hint… don’t you want to start going potty so you can wear them the right way, instead of on your head?
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