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A new kind of babysitter

 
 
 
 
We have a babysitter coming tonight. What's my point, you ask? I have some cleaning to do. Alot of cleaning. To make matters worse, Chris has class all day and Claire is in a different type of routine. One where she doesn't nap. Generally this routine works well for us, but today is a challenge. How do I clean and entertain my daughter?? First, a short, fifteen minute nap, THEN.....it hit me. A seat by the window where she can do what she loves...watching traffic. The pictures tell the story. It was fabulous! I managed to clean the entire downstairs in record time and Claire was happy or at least until she started to turn around, then she got stuck, but still happy. This may be a babysitter I call upon again sometime real soon.
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Erin&Joshua said…
First off, does your daughter had any other pajamas or does she have 15 pairs of polka-dot Pjs. Everytime you have her in pictures with them on, its always the same pair! Second, I love this post! Traffic might be bad for mother nature but it made a cheap babysitter . . . too bad it wouldn't be neglect to let traffic babysit her while you went to dinner!
February 10, 2008 at 4:59 AM
Anonymous said…
Ok your a dork...where did this idea come from? Next you will tell her to go play in the street..My how parenting has changed..ha ha

Love ya,
Jessica
February 10, 2008 at 6:07 AM
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