samedi, janvier 21, 2006
whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
I'm babysitting this morning. Keri and Gina went out for a rare breakfast alone, so it's me and the critters here this morning. To tell the truth, morning babysitting is pretty easy. You lie down on the couch with the girls and watch kids shows (or drift off to sleep a bit - shh!). Then you kinda gradually wake up with demands to read books and kids who need food. Now I gotta go make a grilled cheese for Ella. It's sort of against the rules (processed cheese for breakfast!), but I'm not a huge rule-enforcer when I'm here. That's what babysitters are for, right..? | ¶ 12:22 p.m.
I'm babysitting this morning. Keri and Gina went out for a rare breakfast alone, so it's me and the critters here this morning. To tell the truth, morning babysitting is pretty easy. You lie down on the couch with the girls and watch kids shows (or drift off to sleep a bit - shh!). Then you kinda gradually wake up with demands to read books and kids who need food. Now I gotta go make a grilled cheese for Ella. It's sort of against the rules (processed cheese for breakfast!), but I'm not a huge rule-enforcer when I'm here. That's what babysitters are for, right..? | ¶ 12:22 p.m.
