B.S.C.

When I was a little girl, the Babysitters Club was THE series to read. I read them all and loved them all. I thought it would be so cool to be a babysitter. Play with a cute little kid, make some easy money…not.

I’ve watched kids before. Mostly my brothers, as I’ve generally been too busy to be a babysitter. I tried babysitting once in high school but I wasn’t really very into it. I would rather have taught a kid how to show an animal than entertain one for hours. Now that was something I was good at!

The last two days, my mom has been buy with a basketball tournament and substitute teaching. She has also been responsible for my little cousin, her niece, during the day while my uncle was at work. I happened to be off the last two days, so who got to play with the kid?

Me.

Yesterday started off okay.

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We played Barbie games on the computer. She snacked. I got ready. She wanted cheese pizza. We went to the store to get it.

Then she saw the earmuffs.

They were those over the head, puffy cotton-ball looking earmuffs.

She HAD to have them. I understood. As girls, we need beautiful hair (or in this case, ear) accessories. Luckily they were only a dollar, so no breaking the bank. She picked, after a long deliberation, a hot pink pair.

Last night, after dropping her off, Matt and I went to Stillwater for Bedlam basketball (go pokes!). I told him about my day with Julie. His response: “she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

Who, me? No

Today, I once again got the job of entertaining the kid. I also needed to go to Walmart.

Mistake #1.

I don’t like Walmart (grocery buying) by myself. I don’t like it with company. I don’t know what made me think it would be okay to take a sassy little girl with me to Walmart. After sticking her in the shopping cart (I call it a buggy, deal), I found the groceries I was after (I’m terrible at finding things and went up and down the same isles a few times, as she pointed out). Early in our trip, we had the following conversation:

“Shae, can I have a toy?”
“Uh sure if you’re good.”

Mistake #2.

Matt can officially say “told you so!” (he already did, actually). Well, she was basically good. So over to the toy section we went. When I was little and good at the grocery store, my Barbies got new clothes, or I got press on earrings. Those were cool toys.

This kid wanted a leapster, a real microphone, a kitchen for her easy bake oven, a $50 doll, a cell phone, a talking Justin Bieber thing…excuse me?

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We settled on Disney Princess cards – Old Maid and Go Fish. She was happy. Whew.

Then she wanted lunch at McDonalds.

Mistake #3

I ordered her chicken and French fries, then she asked for the one thing that can make me sick just by thinking of it.

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Ketchup.

Ugh. Disgusting. She spilled it. She licked it. She dipped her finger in it. She loved it. I smiled, because I love her.

On the walk to the car, she sang “Wed soyo cup, I yift you up, yets have a party!” I was ready for naptime.

Then we came home, played Old Maid a few million times, and she learned some numbers! (counting 1-10, yeah!!) Thank you Disney for putting numbers on your Disney Princess Old Maid cards. I felt like I was being a great babysitter by teaching my little one something useful. Then we snuggled and watched TV, because that’s what every great babysitter does, I’ve heard.

All in all, a great two days. I love my cousins and I am so blessed to have such a close, loving family. However, I will be very thankful when my head hits the pillow in about 30 minutes and I go to sleep. A great two days, but a LONG two days!

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