Twinkly Happy Hollidays 2
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Lyndsey
When I first had Josh, we weren't very financially well off. After looking over our finances, we decided that I would still need to work so that we could make ends meet and have a small cash cushion for just in case. My mom was still a SAHM and was willing to watch Josh Monday-Friday while I worked at the elementary school. I appreciated it so much, I decided that if I were ever in a position to help another family member by watching their kid, then I would. Just such an occasion happened yesterday. Mike's brother's wife just had a baby in Nov and it was time for her to go back to work. She asked if I could watch Lyndsey on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. I said "yes!" Yesterday, the first day I watched her, Josh was thrilled! He talked with her and laughed when she smiled. He ran to find me as soon as he heard her start to whimper. He cracked up whenever she would burp or fart. Today was the same. She was the first one he said hello to when I picked him up from school, and he held her hand during the drive to his piano lessons. He thinks that she is just amazing. It looks as though she already has him wrapped around her finger. Luckily, I have already been able to use this to my advantage. Me: "Josh, Lyndsey wants to hear you play the piano." Josh: "Ok!" as he runs to do something he had been dragging out. Me: "Josh, Lyndsey will spell your spelling words so that you can write them down really fast." Josh: "Ok!" I moved her arms and spelled out the words as Josh wrote them down. An activity that normally would take 15-20 min, only took 8! After finishing my 2nd day as Lyndsey's babysitter, I've decided that there is something to be said about being a babysitter. It's so nice! I get to play with her, hold her whenever I want, and play mommy during the day. Yet, I'm still able to sleep soundly all night long, I don't have to make hard decisions about her health, and I don't need to worry about how the worlds going to treat her as she grows up. Her parents get to do that, the hard stuff.
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