On Sunday, we babysat a 3-year-old and a 1-year-old. I had totally forgotten what it was like to have a baby in the house, and I was exhausted by Sunday night. The two girls were perfect angels, but it was exhausting watching a baby atalltimes in our un-babyproofed house. Those parents with 4 or 5 kids? No idea how they do it. Coats on, buckle in the car seat, drive, unbuckle, get out of the car, hold hand in parking lot, take coats off, repeat, repeat, repeat.
At one point, Macy was standing next to me. In case you haven't seen us stand next to each other for a while, she's right about my jawline or checkbones. The little 3-year-old Kali looked up at us and said, "You guys are the same age!"
Uh, not exactly.
2 comments:
sorry your day was such a terrible,horrible,no good,very bad day...the only thing you are missing is lima beans for dinner and your favorite marble rolling down the bathtub drain.
oh pooh. this comment was supposed to be on your bad day post. my bad.
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