Today I…. Babysat.
I actually babysat all through high school (… and middle school) with no issues but umm… kids aren’t my forte.
And babysitting a family member? That’s a whole different ball game.
True story, the first time I ever picked up my (two and a half year old!) nephew was… last week.
A little scary no?
But I survived.
… oh, and he survived.
I think so!
While I was down at the brother’s house babysitting finally the critters stopped arguing among themselves…. and assumed their favorite positions.
Black cat headed to her closet. Fat cat is too old/lazy/fat to jump up there anymore and Fritz isn’t brave enough so she hides here for quiet.
The fat cat retreated to her favorite spot… my parents bed.
… and Fritz… Oh Fritz
Excuse me mom… did you want something? I was sprawling here!!
Oh… the life of a cat. How I wish I was a cat.
Do you find babysitting family is different than strangers kids?