Sister #2 and her husband have ventured to the big Apple in honor of their 7th wedding anniversary. That has left me, Aunt Bad Lady, and sister #4 in charge of Jaycie and Max’s well being.

Let me tell you one thing, nothing is more terrifying than hearing the words of your parents fly out of your mouth when you are babysitting:
‘Sit down and eat!’
‘Will you stop touching him!’
‘Say you’re sorry and mean it!’

Here I’m going to give you a little excerpt of what my morning has been like:
‘I said sorry and he won’t say it’s ok.’
‘It’s not ok!’
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‘Jodi!’
‘What?’
‘Buddy said dumb.’
‘Buddy don’t say dumb!’
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‘Do you know who plays the fiddle?’
‘No.’
‘Marty plays the fiddle and Natalie sings.’
‘Good.’
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‘What is this?’
‘It’s a coffee table.’
‘It doesn’t look like a coffee table.’
‘Well, really it’s a trunk.’
‘It looks like a treasure chest!’
‘Oh, it is a treasure chest and we can be mateys.’
‘Argh! Look at all this treasure.’
‘Argh! There are colors.’
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‘What are those flowers?’
‘What flowers?’
‘The ones in the picture.’
‘Oh those are from my birthday.’
‘Was my mommy there?’
‘No.’
‘Why not? Because it was your work party?’
‘Yes.’
‘Who got you the flowers?’
‘Lots of people.’
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‘Oh Jodi, I love this. You can put in pens, pencils, crayons. . .’
‘Where did you get it?’
‘The gas station.’
‘Did you pay for it?’
‘Yes.’
~~~~~~~~
‘Oh, what do you keep in this bucket? Oh Money.’
‘Is this the basket we gived you?’
‘Yes.’
‘Yeah, we picked it out at Menards.’
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‘Oh, I will keep this one, I look so cute in this.’
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As I type this it’s only 10:14 a.m. Jaycie and Max are crawling around on all fours meowing like cats.
‘Do you know why we are acting like cats for?’
‘No.’
‘So Paco and Madison will think we are kitties and come out and play.’
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‘Jodi we are being quiet so they will come out of their hiding place and we can catch them!
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‘Butt naked! Butt naked! Jodi Grody, laugh’
‘Hahaha.’
‘No laugh like this, ‘heehehehe’.’
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‘Jodi was I born first?’
‘Yes.’
‘Was I his sister?’
‘Yes.’
‘Jodi, Buddy is kidding me and saying he was born first. Tell him I was born first.’
‘Booba, Jaycie was born first.’
‘I was born first!’
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Only five more hours until their parents return. I hope I survive.

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