Today is the last day of babysitting my sister’s kids, and actually, it wasn’t nearly as frightening as I had orginally thought. They are pretty good little ones, and are so into video games and TV that is wasn’t really a babysitting job as it was the job of remote control changer or finder of the Ninendo DS that was right here, but now cannot be found.
Tomorrow I am heading to Dunedin, Florida to visit my mother. Our flight leaves at 7:30 in the morning, which means I have to be at the airport at 6:00 a.m. with a baby that doesn’t usually get up until 8. Truly. Scary. Everyone keeps telling me, don’t worry, surely she’ll sleep in the car or on the plane. And to that I say, you obviously have not met Lucy “Grumpy Pants” Peters. If that child is not in her own bed with her own mobile and her own sound machine she refuses to even lay her head down.
So, wish me luck! I’ll write when I have access to the Interweb.
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Chanel No. 5 smells like my grandmother…I always thought it would be some phenomenal smell, something that smelled like rich people or movie stars. But, nope. Just smells like my grandma.
Today was the first day of babysitting for my sister’s six-year-old triplets while also taking care of my seven-month old baby girl. So far, no fatalities or loss of blood, but I’m anxiously waiting for the first major boo boo. Luckily, these kids are pretty self-sufficient and would rather watch videos and play video games than do anything else.
Since Lucy’s napping and the kids are all making farting noises on each other (they don’t really need me for that game) I decided to go on my sister’s computer and upload all of the pictures she took over Christmas. You see, my sister, that woman is the best picture taker on the planet. Not necessarily because of her skill with a camera, but the fact that she ALWAYS has one. And she always has the balls to ask people to take a picture for her, even if said person has already taken the same picture with 12 other cameras. While I would just hope someone would email me their pics, she’s right up there going, “Wait, take one with mine, too!” Annoying, but she always ends up with pictures when I got nada!
Unfortunately, my sister’s computer expertise involves uploading the pictures to her HP program and printing them off. I still hadn’t seen most of them because she claims to not know how to email attachments. I assumed she had never even heard of blogging, so imagine my surprise when I started to type this URL and she had it cached in her browser. With new entries! And, she clicked through several pictures and links.
So I guess I have to say only nice things about my family now. They’re on the web. Taking over. Very. Frightening.
(Beth, I’m obviously kidding and very flattered you read this site every once and a while. Please don’t tell Mom. And I’m posting a serene picture of your kids, which I’ll stare at if I start to get stressed by being the caregiver to four children.)
Wish Me Luck
/0 Comments/in Blond /by MeganToday is the last day of babysitting my sister’s kids, and actually, it wasn’t nearly as frightening as I had orginally thought. They are pretty good little ones, and are so into video games and TV that is wasn’t really a babysitting job as it was the job of remote control changer or finder of the Ninendo DS that was right here, but now cannot be found.
Tomorrow I am heading to Dunedin, Florida to visit my mother. Our flight leaves at 7:30 in the morning, which means I have to be at the airport at 6:00 a.m. with a baby that doesn’t usually get up until 8. Truly. Scary. Everyone keeps telling me, don’t worry, surely she’ll sleep in the car or on the plane. And to that I say, you obviously have not met Lucy “Grumpy Pants” Peters. If that child is not in her own bed with her own mobile and her own sound machine she refuses to even lay her head down.
So, wish me luck! I’ll write when I have access to the Interweb.
Factoid
/0 Comments/in Blond /by MeganChanel No. 5 smells like my grandmother…I always thought it would be some phenomenal smell, something that smelled like rich people or movie stars. But, nope. Just smells like my grandma.
Babysitting
/1 Comment/in Family, Lucy, Photos /by MeganToday was the first day of babysitting for my sister’s six-year-old triplets while also taking care of my seven-month old baby girl. So far, no fatalities or loss of blood, but I’m anxiously waiting for the first major boo boo. Luckily, these kids are pretty self-sufficient and would rather watch videos and play video games than do anything else.
Since Lucy’s napping and the kids are all making farting noises on each other (they don’t really need me for that game) I decided to go on my sister’s computer and upload all of the pictures she took over Christmas. You see, my sister, that woman is the best picture taker on the planet. Not necessarily because of her skill with a camera, but the fact that she ALWAYS has one. And she always has the balls to ask people to take a picture for her, even if said person has already taken the same picture with 12 other cameras. While I would just hope someone would email me their pics, she’s right up there going, “Wait, take one with mine, too!” Annoying, but she always ends up with pictures when I got nada!
Unfortunately, my sister’s computer expertise involves uploading the pictures to her HP program and printing them off. I still hadn’t seen most of them because she claims to not know how to email attachments. I assumed she had never even heard of blogging, so imagine my surprise when I started to type this URL and she had it cached in her browser. With new entries! And, she clicked through several pictures and links.
So I guess I have to say only nice things about my family now. They’re on the web. Taking over. Very. Frightening.
(Beth, I’m obviously kidding and very flattered you read this site every once and a while. Please don’t tell Mom. And I’m posting a serene picture of your kids, which I’ll stare at if I start to get stressed by being the caregiver to four children.)