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Dec 02, 2006 02:29

After babysitting for a slew of families over the course of the past nine years (for real, my first job was taking care of three kids when I was 12), I still get really uncomfortable after the little ones have gone to bed and I'm hanging on the couch. I'm never comfortable eating the families food and the remote control for the TV is always different from house to house. Tonight I'm working for a new family who live at Harvard Business School. Despite the very appealing sample apartment photos on the website, this place is about half the size of a suite in the LB.

Even if I'm working until the morning (like tonight) I can't sleep because, let's be honest, the reason I am here is to rescue the child from his bedroom if there was some kind of emergency. Max and I played for about an hour, mostly just looking out the window and yelling when we noticed a different kind of vehicle passing by. Then he went to sleep. It was rather remarkable, I've never taken care of kid who let me put him in his crib without any whining. He just got into his bed, pulled on the blanket, took a sip of milk and said "Night! Night!"

Earlier today, I took care of 7 week old Bobby for about three hours. My biceps are still sore from having to bounce him in my arms for the entire time. If I sat down, he would start to scream. I guess it must be hard to be a baby and have such limited motor skills and have to deal with complicated reflexes. The root reflex must be the worst. Let's all try to think back to the time when ANYTHING touched your cheeck you try to move your head towards it.

Babies.
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