I am back to babysitting. It isn't as difficult as I remember it. Possibly because the babies are a lot older now, though. It can be exhausting work, but for the most part I love it. Jack is the happiest baby, and so mellow and even tempered. Vince just adores him. I caught him going out of his way to hug Jack today, and it melted my heart! I tried to capture a picture, but by the time I got the camera open on my phone, Jack had wriggled away.
Vince has just makes me laugh. He started to walk a few days after his birthday. He loves shoes, and he loves to make them clomp when he is wearing them. If he finds shoes on the floor, he will try to put them on, regardless of whether or not he is already wearing any, or whose they are. He walks around the house, inspecting things, with his hands behind his back. That is his comfortable stance, and I adore it. It was brought to my attention today that he looks like a mini Sherlock Holmes, inspecting and deducing. He absolutely loves balloons. If he sees one in a store, he will shout out, "boon!" and try to reach it, even if it is on the other side of the store. And man, can that kid talk! He surprised me today. As I was buckling him into his car seat, I asked him if he wanted to go get food. He nodded his head and said, "yes." The kids is 13 months old! He can say all of our names, but "Mama" is his favorite. Of course. At the moment, though, I can't remember any of his other words, although he is talking and communicating so much! He also has his front two top teeth, and the ones on either sides of those are coming in right now. Nothing on the bottom yet, though. It is darling. I simply adore this stage of kids. From 1-3 is my favorite. They are so full of wonder and excitement, and so very little sass.
I started a new rule in our house. I was so sick of finding the kids clothes and shoes and backpacks and toys all over the house, that I bought a tupperware and call it the mom box. If the kids leave their stuff out, they get a warning and then it goes into the box. They then have to do extra chores to get it out. If something is in there for longer than 2 weeks, it goes to the DI. Last night I asked Faye to clean up the living room. She found a pair of Keith's shoes on the floor, next to our shoe box. His only pair of play shoes. She brought them to me and asked if I would put them in the mom box for her. I told her I would, absolutely, if she brought me her shoes, coat, backpack, and notebook, all of which were also scattered on the living room floor. I explained how that wouldn't be fair to only put his things in the mom box since her things had been left out too. I then asked her to take his shoes and put them in the shoe box, or bring me all of her stuff, and I would put everything in the mom box. She said she would put his shoes in the shoe box.
This morning, Keith's shoes were nowhere to be found! Luckily that boy is a quick thinker, and has big feet. He decided he was going to wear an old pair of my Chuck Taylor shoes, except he could only find one. And then he pulled out my gardening shoes. Aka Crocs. And he wore them to school. Because what other choice did he have?! They are incredibly comfortable, I will admit, but Crocs?! He liked them, though, and I guess that is what matters. I was worried he would have to call me from school, to bring him a new pair, which would be difficult as I didn't know where his shoes were, and Faye was claiming innocence. Flash forward to tonight. The kids were getting ready for bed, and I told Keith and Faye they had to find his shoes, or heads would roll! Keith started to play in the bathroom, making faces in the mirror, and Faye went straight to the large food cupboard in the kitchen and began rummaging in the back. I asked her if she had put his shoes in there, and she said no. I asked her why on earth she was looking in there if she knew they weren't in there. She said she just wanted to be sure. Two minutes later I hear her exclaim that she found Keith's backpack. I didn't even know it was missing! And then, somehow miraculously, his shoes were there, too! She still maintains that she didn't put them there, but who does she think she is kidding, we all know the truth. At any rate, I am very grateful that they were found.
Not much else is going on at Moon Hollow. School is wrapping up and Keith can scarce contain his excitement. I know he will be bored all summer, though, and so dread when school lets out. Especially since I will be babysitting still, and I know that the older three kids don't always get along. I am not looking forward to breaking up fights all Summer long. But I guess it can be a wonderful learning experience for all involved. My kids can learn tolerance, patience, and how to get along with someone who sometimes rubs you the wrong way. Again, I am talking about Keith. Faye doesn't usually have a hard time. It will be an interesting summer, that is for sure. Everything is going to change in September. Again. When I was in high school, I was chatting with one of my best friends, and he said that the best number of kids to have is an odd number, because then there is always a tie breaker. I laughed at it at the time. I came from a family with 7 kids, he came from a family with 4. We never had a tie scenario, so I had never thought about it, but I guess they had. For the past year, we have been a family with no tie breaker. However, come September, we will become a family of 7. 3 boys and 2 girls, plus mom and dad. We are so excited! I won't be babysitting after that, though. It will be sad to say goodbye to those kids, as I have really grown to love them and their little quirks over the year or so that I have been able to watch them. I don't think it is possible to be around a child for that long and not just love them to pieces. Even on their bad days.
For now, though, I am going to savor each moment. Or try to, at least. The open windows, the sweet smell on the breeze, and the lilacs that are going to be bursting any day now. I am watching them with so much anticipation! Spring is here!
"It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want--oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!"