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Babysitter | Jake | Quills | Progress
Feb. 10th, 2006 01:46 amYou know, that babysitter who approached me a couple of weeks ago and played with the kids on Tuesday came and spent the early afternoon here today. I think I like her...a lot. She is 15 or 16, homeschooled, huge ton of childcare experience, christian - and thinks Grant is hilarious, our decorating rocks and that it's great that we're getting married now. I don't get any kind of insincere vibe from her at all, either, like as if she's just smiling and nodding all along or whatever. She jumped with the kids, and sat in their room with them, and told them stories, when she wasn't talking with me,a nd they all love her. She refused to take my money when her mom came to pick her up, saying she had a great time and it was no trouble.
I have to admit I was somewhat trepidacious about what she would think of our mattress on the floor/baby co-sleeps/other 3 kids in one room set-up, or cloth diapers and tandem nursing, or whatever, but she's either used to more naturalist and alternative kind of families or she's really open minded. You never know who's gonna just think we're freaks because our bedroom looks like this, and not a Sears catalog.
She somehow managed to be looking at the pictures here on my desk while my journal was open, though, and now I will always wonder if she's reading this o_O
Jake has slept so soundly and awesome so far tonight - I realized he's been waking more frequently for the past two nights. Like wanting to nurse 4 times instead of 1-2 in his 11 hour block of sleep. I guess that was his "teething". At that rate bring it ON, I say.
Damn did Isaac put me through a ringer, I just cannot believe this baby I have now. Grant and I just shake our heads and marvel. The other day I was talking about how AT MOST, Jake demands to be stood up or walked around with. And that is rare. We were reminiscing with a certain amount of disbelief about how Isaac would just scream and roar and shriek and howl no matter how we paced and rocked and patted, how we would take turns carrying him into the bedroom and saying "YOu have to get up and take him now, I can't do this anymore" all. night. long. I tell you what, I'll take the toddler tantrums and mischief over that nightmare any day. Argh.
Aaron is obsessed with writing with feathers "like in Harry Potter". I have this tiny pot of ink that Grant bought years ago at an art supply store and everytime we walk anywhere he's on the lookout for a good (pigeon) feather.
I'm having a really good time faith-wise. I've made a big effort to put God first today and everything else has really fallen into place as if by magic. I have basically the entire house truly clean, except that the laundry room is making horror movie stabbing noises at me from behind the closed door :O
I have to admit I was somewhat trepidacious about what she would think of our mattress on the floor/baby co-sleeps/other 3 kids in one room set-up, or cloth diapers and tandem nursing, or whatever, but she's either used to more naturalist and alternative kind of families or she's really open minded. You never know who's gonna just think we're freaks because our bedroom looks like this, and not a Sears catalog.
She somehow managed to be looking at the pictures here on my desk while my journal was open, though, and now I will always wonder if she's reading this o_O
Jake has slept so soundly and awesome so far tonight - I realized he's been waking more frequently for the past two nights. Like wanting to nurse 4 times instead of 1-2 in his 11 hour block of sleep. I guess that was his "teething". At that rate bring it ON, I say.
Damn did Isaac put me through a ringer, I just cannot believe this baby I have now. Grant and I just shake our heads and marvel. The other day I was talking about how AT MOST, Jake demands to be stood up or walked around with. And that is rare. We were reminiscing with a certain amount of disbelief about how Isaac would just scream and roar and shriek and howl no matter how we paced and rocked and patted, how we would take turns carrying him into the bedroom and saying "YOu have to get up and take him now, I can't do this anymore" all. night. long. I tell you what, I'll take the toddler tantrums and mischief over that nightmare any day. Argh.
Aaron is obsessed with writing with feathers "like in Harry Potter". I have this tiny pot of ink that Grant bought years ago at an art supply store and everytime we walk anywhere he's on the lookout for a good (pigeon) feather.
I'm having a really good time faith-wise. I've made a big effort to put God first today and everything else has really fallen into place as if by magic. I have basically the entire house truly clean, except that the laundry room is making horror movie stabbing noises at me from behind the closed door :O
