On Wednesday I got back from visiting/helping out family for the last two and a half weeks. Five children under the age of six in the same one-story house wasn't our best idea. What I learned: having children of my own is not even remotely close on my horizon. Also, my gag reflex is bad enough that changing my own child's poopy diaper would probably constitute me hosing them down outside while they sit in the gutter. Everyone tells me it's different when they are your own, but to me poop is still poop. I do, however, have some funny stories.
My niece Sara is almost 2 years old and she's too smart for her own good. But her personality makes her entertaining to babysit. One afternoon when she was particularly grouchy we decided to put her down for a nap. This did not sit well with her and when she realized where she was headed she kept screaming out, "I DONE!!! I DONE!!!" While I found this hilarious, it did not convince me that she was in fact done.
She also loved driving the Powerwheels Escalade around my sister's yard once she figured out how the gas pedal worked. I quickly learned that she would required constant supervision as she tried to tear through the daffodils (she did this more than once and thought it was so funny) and reversed it into Kristin's car (don't worry, I checked and there were no scratches).
I have another niece, Mary, who is a goofball. Some of her favorite things included singing "The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow," driving Sara around in the Powerwheels car and hiding from us when she may have not made it to the bathroom in time. My sisters and I happen to enjoy doing puzzles and Mary happened to be will us while working on one. Mary repeatedly passed gas, but since a puzzle is one of those things that is hard to move we were stuck with the smell. My sister Emily looked up and noticed that even Mary thought it stunk because she was covering her nose with her hand.
