In our retirement, we thought we’d do something extremely different – not only to have some sort of ‘loose schedule’ but also to earn a little extra income…so we thought we’d do something totally different from what we did before we retired. As luck would have it, a friend of ours was watching toddlers – at a church thing two mornings a week while the mothers have a breakfast and some sort of speaker about being a parent. So we signed onto that and started working 6 hours a week.
Then, some of the mothers started asking you and I to babysit for them now and then. Then two of the mothers started back working a few hours each week and asked us to watch their boys. So now we are watching toddlers – during the academic year only – 5 mornings a week and two afternoons. About 20 hours a week.
Today we watched a two-year old in the morning and an almost two-year old in the late afternoon. This morning:
Thinking we’d do something different, we strolled the morning kid over to Starbucks. When we walked in he said “coffee!” We’re like OMG! So we stroll him on over to a table. I order a Very Berry Hibiscus flavored tea water. I poured a little into a small cup and gave him a straw thinking “he’ll never figure this out” totally forgetting about sippy cups. He was somewhat impressed with the taste – or trying to act grown up :P As we prepared to leave, he said “Google Bus!” and pointed out the window. The barista said, “Google Bus?” I was sort of embarrassed because some people are having issues with Google transporting the techies to work in huge white buses – one of which had just passed by the Starbucks window. I mean, hello? Maybe I’d accept a two-year old saying popsicle truck…but Google Bus? Apparently, according to his mom, they’ve seen these buses so often that the kid knows what to call it
Now this afternoon was somewhat better:
We strolled the almost two-year old into town. We stopped at a bakery to pick up some pastry for our breakfast tomorrow. You happen to see this HUGE bunny cookie behind the pastry window. Half of it is a butter cookie and the other half is a butter cookie dipped in dark chocolate. Sigh. You ask for it. Hahaha! It goes into the bag and we walk across the street for a cup of coffee. I offer to go inside for the coffee. Double sigh. When I return, you and the little one have devoured this HUGE OVER 8 INCH cookie! It’s 5:30. He wasn’t hungry for dinner:( When his dad came home he asked the little one what he’d had for dinner. “Cookie!”
And you thought that answer was pretty damned funny. Funnier than when you taught him how to blow a raspberry:(
♥ Ellespeth ♥