My day of "Grandma Practice"
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|Fri, 05-27-2005 - 4:07pm|
Lance, the little boy (son of dd's friend) I babysat for yesterday was an angel (for the most part) and the day went well, although a bit tiring, lol.
After Lance's Mom brought in a cooler of food and milk, a portacrib and high chair, 2 backpacks of books, toys and DVDs, and a fully stocked diaper bag, dd and her friends headed out to get their dresses fitted (one of them is getting married) and decide on flowers, leaving poor Lance with the only one of the group he didn't know, lol. After a very brief pout, he...
Removed all the catalogs from the holder and spread them across the floor. Emptied the back packs and artfully arranged the toys among the catalogs. Stacked blocks (amazing me with how well he could do it) over and over. Played a toy cd player and danced. Held still a few minutes while we looked at a book and he informed me a bear, a sheep and a horse all said "moo", and looked at a little photo album he had - and showed me Mommy and Daddy. Into the kitchen for lunch of chicken, diced carrots, little meat sticks (disgusting soggy little things) goldfish crackers and milk from a sippy cup.
Round two, after a change and showing no interest in a nap (and finding out I'm a pushover for a sad face and crying) found him checking out the cat's toys - a little mouse that sqeaked when he shook it, a beanie cat and assorted balls - that's the most use those toys have ever had, I think!
Another change, another unsuccessful nap attempt (and me thinking, his mom's gonna kill me!), and more chicken, milk and Teddy Grahams and some quiet time with his blankie and a Bambi DVD. Then he was nearly asleep on his feet, so I got him to settle in his crib adn sleep half an hour while I straightened up the catalogs and toys and grabbed a snack, myself, while I read.
Then - trouble. He woke from his nap on the wrong side of the portacrib and wanted nothing to do with food of any kind, milk, or toys - his own or the cat's. Then he lost a shoe. I think he was disappointed that I was still there, lol.
I turned on tv and he cheered up for an ad for Lamisil and those disgusting little fungus creatures and some planes on the news (his Daddy is an Air Force pilot and Lance has pictures of him in his jet in his album). A cartoon had some cheery music, so while he bounced a little to the music, I put in a call to dd to see if they were about done. Just to let them know that, if they were just sitting around, that Lance was getting pretty sick of my face, lol. They were on their way here, nearly at the house, so I held L up to see (with great joy) Mommy coming to rescue him, and he cheered up as much as a 16 month old running on about half an hour of naptime could.
All in all a fun, very different kind of day, but one I don't know if I'd like to repeat too soon, LOL!