Babysitting...

I get major anxiety when I have to ask someone to tend my kids.  This breaks down into three major reasons.  1) My kids are hard enough even for me; what makes me think that someone else wants that added stress. 2) I don't generally like tending other people's kids in return so I don't want to ask them to tend mine.  There I said it.  Feel free to hate me... 3) Usually asking someone to tend involves a phone call and in the recent years I've developed a sort of phone phobia.  Hence my incessant texting.  So feel lucky if you do actually get a phone call from me.  Either I really need something or I just think you're that special.  (That being said, I may still think you're special even if I don't call you.)
So last weekend Andy and I went on an actually date--that's right, where two people want to spend time together and go out, in our case without kids, and I did, in fact, shower for the day and generally I'll shave my legs, in case I get lucky.  (Read previous post to know that I didn't shave because I was waxing the next day and in turn, didn't get lucky.  But I digress.)

(We thought a picture would be appropriate to document this momentous occasion.)

So my former co-worker/new neighbor/forever in my bestie circle said she'd take on the grueling task of tending my munchkins for the night.  I, in turn, tended her 9 month old...very cute...low maintenance...single baby tonight.  Mwahahaha.  Who got the sucker punch this time?  So I decided to take some pics of her cutie as we passed the night away.  Hope you like them Channy! (Oh and I hope I have permission to post them.  :/ If not, sorry...)

 

She got kinda sick of my pictures... :(