So, did I tell you that Gene and I babysat Saturday night?
Highlights (in no particular order):
1) About a half hour in, the baby (2 months old) cries. And cries. And criiiies. Gene decides she needs a diaper change and hands her over (would he have done that if she were a he? not sure). Do you know what is terrifying? Trying to change a little tiny baby GIRL’S diaper.
2) Baby’s still crying. I finally realize that – DUH – she’s hungry and I’m trying to decide if it’s better to risk putting her down while I put together a bottle or try and put the bottle together while holding her and risk dropping her. Then the phone rings and of course it’s the parents. I can thank Baby 411 for teaching me to shush in her ear because I’m 105% certain that if the parents had heard their 9 week old crying they would have come home immediately and I would have been banned from ever sitting for these kids again. (Trust me on this). Anyway, the shhhhhhhuuuuuuuushhhh afforded us just enough quiet to keep the babyparents calm.
3) Fed the baby and as soon as the bottle was empty immediately put together a bottle of formula. Which was reeeefused. Hell, no. Boobs or….err….bust.
4) Gene eventually wanders upstairs with the baby. After awhile, I notice that Gene’s still upstairs and I don’t hear screaming. I wish I had a picture to show you all what I found because you would have melted. Gene was laying (lying?) on the carpet next to one of those playmats upon which lay (laid? ugh, and I have a college degree) the baby, engrossed in the little hanging monkey. And Gene was singing a little nonsense song. It was like a movie. Awwww.
5) Eventually baby falls asleep in bouncer. Soon after, I pass out in one of their living room chairs, still jiggling the bouncer.