I'm babysitting. For my niece and nephew. The other niece had to go to Chicago to have surgery, so I volunteered to watch the other youngins. The benefit? DSL so I can check in at work, not pull my hair out, and blog for you all. I know you're thrilled.
I've never been so happy in my whole life that I have boys. These games...the pet shop game and the princess game and I have to wear a tiara? WHAT? And Rylee is LOVING it because her big sister is gone so SHE can be the caterpillar in the pet shop game and I have to be something else. "Morgan always gets to be the caterpillar" she says to me her eyes wide. Yes, dear...YOU can be the caterpillar today. I am caterpillar and fluffer-nuttering my way into coolest aunt status. YES! *insert fist pump here*
This is the niece that I should have had if I had girls. She loves to chit-chat, she LOVES food. Her first comment to me after breakfast was: "Mommy left my car seat" Yes, she did, I told her. Then she says..."that means we should go to a restaurant for lunch." I love a girl who plans ahead to lunch right.after.breakfast. I mean seriously...could she be any more like me? Someday she'll be a rockstar and have her own blog and I'll get a little weepy every time she posts. *sniff* And she loves to talk on the phone. If Ka-ka wouldn't kill me, we'd call him every five minutes.
This is kid week for me...last night was cub scout roundup. It went pretty well, given the weather ... we'll have to do a secondary roundup next week to haul in more peeps. Today is Rylee and Blake day - he's a fabulous baby...cooing and gooing...but then there's the puking. This kid spits up more reliably than Old Faithful. And it's messier, too. And stinkier. In fact, I think I have some formula spit up on my shirt right now that is making me a little nauseous. But he's still a great baby..eating...sleeping...eating...sleeping. Doing everything little babies should do. Rylee is entertaining him in the next room while I type to you. I think she's gotten boring, though, because the screams of joy are starting to sound more like crying. Guess I'm back on duty.
There's a reason I didn't have more babies folks...this formula smell? Gah.
Friday hopefully will be Hayden slumber party day...hooray!
But Thursday - Thursday is all about ME...it's my first night of bowling, baybee! No I don't have my own ball yet. No I don't have my own shoes yet. Haven't you been reading about how BUSY I've been lately? Cut me some slack people. Geez. For the love.
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3 comments:
You're such a trooper Rebecca.
Good Luck bowling Thursday night. You'll be sore the next day, I guarantee it.
Why doesn't it show my comment under the blog? I am so underappreciated.
Something must have been happening with blogger yesterday - I see you now, Jimmer.
A trooper I am. I didn't even talk about the piggy-back rides with spins...over and over and over again. At least on Friday I'll have Owen to help me entertain Hayden! ;) H won't even know I'm there when Owen's around. He luuuuurves him.
As for being sore, I'm absolutely POSITIVE I will be sore as hell. Good times.
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