Our oldest daughter, Avery, had to babysit our two year old, Kate on Saturday for a couple of hours. It was from about 8:30am til 2:00pm. I had to be with Brooke, our middle daughter, to do an activity with her cheer team. Let’s just go ahead and get it out there – Avery is not the nurturing type. Well, not naturally anyway. She is not the teenager that enjoys kids and seeks out babysitting jobs. Just not her.
However, she has a younger sister and at times she has to watch her for us. Usually it is both our big girls watching Kate, which always winds up being just Bella watching Kate – she possesses the nurturing gene.
So, from the outset I knew it was going to be a rough day and was a little apprehensive about it. Around lunch time, I called in to check how it was going. Avery didn’t answer which kind of scared me.
A few minutes later, she called me back. I answered the phone and her first sentence was “When are you coming home!?” Just what you want to hear from someone in the direct care of your child. She proceeds to tell me the following story, while I desperately try not to laugh at her:
“That baby had diarrhea and took her diaper off herself while I was drying my hair!! She was just holding the diaper and brought it to me in her hand!! She also got POOP ALL OVER THE DOOR!!!”
Again, I am trying not to laugh. Kate can be scary fast when she wants to be – thus I call her Baby Ninja. I can picture the whole thing!! My already frustrated teenage daughter, who didn’t want to keep her sister in the first place, now has to deal with a poopie diaper, poop all over the baby and all over the door to her bedroom. Good times!! Good times……
So for keeping it together until I could get back home, Avery is my favorite today : )
Avery 2/-4 Brooke 4/-1 Kate 8/-7 Jack 1/-2 Husband 3/-2 Me 0/-1