Adventures in Babysitting

Brian and I babysat last night. Some friends of ours needed to move, which is hard enough in itself, but with a 4 month old and a two year old it becomes, well, impossible. We decided we would help by moving heavy furniture and a million boxes...er... babysitting the kids. This was in a lot of ways a huge blessing to us...er...me because I am going through my once-a-year-crazy-I-want-a-baby whinefest; in which I, even if it is just to myself and/or the Lord, moan and complain, and question every good thing I have been given and wonder why I can't have more children, so unfair, to the Lord that is. It is WRONG, I make no excuses for it. Anyhoo, I digress. So, we watched a 4 month old little girl, so sweet and a 2 year old toddler, so cute. They were fun and good kids don't get me wrong. But the little girl cried, WHY? I don't know. And the 2 year old could get out All. Of. Jadon's. Toys. in about 5 seconds. Oh yeah! I forgot this is what kids these ages do. They cry. They make (ack!) dirty diapers. They are professionals when it comes to making a mess. All of a sudden I felt way too old for all of it. It was fun for awhile and I will be more than happy to babysit any and all children again. I just like it when I know it is going to come to an end. I get to play with, hold, fuss over, and try to please the babies and then send them on their way so their parents can lose a whole night of sleep while I sleep soundly. I like the sounds of that plan. At one point I looked over at Brian and he had this sort of glazed look about his eyes and I realized at that very instant, oh good, it is not just me. I guess we are spoiled by our get yourself dressed, go potty by yourself, help out around the house, keep you room clean, start the car for us, do your chores, self sufficient boy. He's great! And so easy!