Monday, April 18, 2005

New Job

Today I started a babysitting job. The child that I babysit is an 11 month old boy, who is all in all a very good baby. He has a cold right now, and let me tell you, I never realized such a little creature could produce so much snot! Other than that, and being sad that I'm not his mummy, he was a sweetie. He didn't mind hanging out with me, and playing with his toys, and even though he was sad, he seemed to get comfort from cuddling with me. I think the hardest thing is that he just isn't mine. With Mary, I can understand her non-verbal (and very loudly verbal) cues and signs. I know which cry means she is hungry, how she looks when she is tired, when her diaper is wet, when she wants cuddles, when she wants to be left alone. With him, it's all a guessing game. Another fun thing I experienced for the first time today is cloth diapers. ICKY! Thank God we decided to go with the environmentally unfriendly disposables. Cloth diapers are gross.

Shelly took Mary today, and Ian will have her tomorrow, but after that, I've got to bring her along. I'm a little nervous about that, two babies at once. I think I can handle it, but it's going to be hard. I mean, I'm being paid to look after Jonah, but Mary is my own baby. Hopefully it wont be an issue.

Other than the new baby job, things in my life are pretty normal. The cats are being cats, destructive at times, but joys in my life. Mary is doing well. She has started to work really hard at pulling herself up into a sitting position, I don't think it will be much longer before she can sit up all by herself. She makes me so proud, it's crazy. I love her so much, if I think about it too much, I start to cry. It's odd, I've never loved anything the way I love her...I didn't think it was possible to love someone so much.

1 comment:

Anne R. Key said...

Aint hormones grand?
That's not to say that it's a purely hormonal thing, of course, I am not trying to minimize the ultimate and most findamental bond of our lives, but WOW!
In a very small, teesny-weensy, itty bitty way, I occasionally regret not going through the ol' birth and pregnancy thing.
But then I remember how much better the earth is off and how it owes me a debt of gratitude for not spawning in my own image.