I was woken up by an unfamiliar sound this morning.
I heard a small voice happily talking.
I checked my phone.
It was only 6 am. I must have been dreaming.
But soon I realised I was not.
Baby Sam was awake and he had no interest in going back to sleep.
Bianca took him out of his bed and put him on our bed and I went downstairs to get a bottle of milk (per instruction of my sister).
I felt rough as f*ck while warming his bottle.
I went upstairs and gave him his bottle.
Milk splashed everywhere straight away.
Bianca said, ' It's coming out to fast!'.
Instantly I realized what that little rubber nozzle thing was for that until 30 seconds ago I had no clue of what it was, was for.
Downstairs I went to grab it.
I put it on his bottle and order was restored.
This is how your days starts apparently when you have kids.
You feel tired and confused.
It's basically hell.
Most of the time I like to believe I'm not an idiot.
I see no reason for two people to have to suffer from an early riser.
I sacrificed myself and took baby Sam downstairs so Bianca could sleep more.
I dropped him on the kitchen floor and made coffee first.
Soon I realized that the heating had not kicked in yet. It's not programmed to heat up the house at midnight.
It didn't seem to bother him but I put on a sweater.
Then we played with Lego.
I think the most tiring of watching a child is that you can't do anything constructive.
Normally I start my day reading the crypto news and going through my round of websites.
But forget it! It's impossible. (I did try).
You can't leave him out of your sight for a second or he will hurt himself. (balancing holding a table or finding a piece of plastic)
At 9:00 I was instructed to give him a sandwich.
That was fun. He can now feed himself and he stuffed the sandwich in his mouth at blazing speed.
Just like me. (he must be family).
The sun came through at some point and then I decided to dress him and take his walker outside.
I think this was my proudest moment of this babysitting.
His mom told me later he never walked outside before.
He walked very well while dropping on the floor a few times but I just picked him up and encouraged him again.
I think he loved it.
It's a sense of freedom after all!
His mom picked him up not much later.
I felt beat.
But I love that little man.
Hell or not I hope he comes again soon. (Sis, if you read this, somewhere next year will be fine ;) )
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