Inspired by this thread, but from the other side of the fence…
Some may remember that Bricker Jr was born in September of last year. He’s ten months old, and crawling around the house like a … a … well, like a ten month old crawling baby. He pulls himself up to stand next to anything vertical and taller than he is, and if anything is visible and movable, he’s got to grab it and play with it. Step one of the playing, of course, is the taste test.
My wife gave me a dour look when, after watching her battle to get our son to eat his evening meal, I suggested we simply place it on the floor or a table, since he will be absolutely guaranteed to eat it if he finds it there.
Anyway, we’re lucky in that we live close to my mom, and she’s been willing to come over for short stints to watch the baby while we go to church, or to a Knights’ event, etc. But my mom is 75, and she doesn’t have the energy to keep up with this whirling bundle of energy for longer than three or four hours. As a result, we take him with us on a lot of longer errands, and forgo entirely things like the opera.
This fall, La Boheme will be here in DC. Now, I’ve seen La Boheme a zillion times… but I really want to make it a zillion-and-one, and Mrs. Bricker has never seen it. Also this fall, the Knights have a special, reserved-all-to-ourselves day at Kings Dominion. I’m not too old to be want to to this. But both of these events longer than we thik my mom can handle Bricker Jr.
So… the question: how old was your child when you entrusted his/her care to a babysitter? How did you find the babysitter, and ensure that said babysitter wasn’t a psychopathic arsonist chainsawing menace? How did you convince your spouse to trust a stranger with your youngster?
Help.
- Rick