The Perfect Babysitter…

It’s good to be back.

Asher was born back in October 2007, and I haven’t posted a blog since.

So what better topic to return with than to give love to my fabulous babysitter.  The terrific, fantastic, adorable, caring, gifted… ”  “.

Oh no.  You think I’m going to tell you?  She knows who she is.  I left her alone with my two boys through dinner, baths, and bed.  It’s a lot to juggle.  You know.  An energetic four-year-old, a busy 8 month old.  It’s a lot.  Fun with help.  Tough without.  It takes a special person to sail through that with your joy intact.

Not only do I know they’re safe, I know they’re loved, well-fed, happy, and my house will be tidy when I get home.  And, at 8:30 she called and said, “the boys are in bed, do you want me to feed the pets?”  We forgot to tell her… she noticed they were starving.

So what makes her perfect?  When I leave her instructions, I have confidence she understands what I’m saying, and she’s going to follow my lead to the best of her ability.  And then, she goes beyond what I’ve asked, and keeps me posted via text messaging with how things are going.  She asks questions, she follows through.  That’s what she does.  Who she is makes her even more fabulous:  smart, witty, kind, morally grounded… I could go on and on.  I know her mama is so proud.

Thank you.  We love you.  NO.  I’m not telling.  I’m selfish that way.