I really enjoyed it. I love those boys so much, it's kind of ridiculous. Plus, I got to meet the newest addition to the family, Clio! She's precious. She's soooo little that Cindy's cats are bigger then she is. She slept on me a lot (mostly because I wouldn't put her down and at one point when Bobby tried to take her, I think I bit his hand.....)
Jakob was mostly boring. He's like any parents dream. He feeds himself, takes himself to the bathroom, doesn't talk a whole lot, sits in the floor and stares at the tv. Occassionally, I'd poke him just to make sure he was still breathing.
Bobby on the other hand....bless his heart, he's a hand full and doesn't even know it. He smacked himself in the face with a ball (no idea really how that happened) and had a nose bleed, within the first hour I was there. I got him cleaned up, only to send him off to the bathroom, have him stick his finger BACK up his nose (to make sure it wasn't bleeding anymore, duh) and cause it to bleed again. So, we got all that cleaned up, I made him sit on the couch for awhile to make sure it wouldn't start again only to look over and see him standing ON HIS HEAD, on the couch. I really couldn't help but laugh. I think he was mostly bored with the movie (we watched Alice in Wonderland) and wanted to be entertained. Plus, as he so nicely informed me, he had not seen his "Aunt Susan" in a long while and we needed to catch up. And catch up we did.
I caught him in a lie later in the evening and I called him on it. After very loudly informing me he was NOT lying, he held his hand up, told me "I'm not your boy anymore" and stomped to his room where he slammed the door shut. After I stopped laughing, I asked him to please come out and then I explained that we don't slam our doors and if he wanted to go to his room, he had to shut his door quietly. So, he stomped back to his room, closed the door quietly (then asked if he did a good job) and then proceeded to scream (from behind his door, mind you) about not being my boy. I thought Jake and I were going to die from laughter.
Later, when he was my boy again, he wanted me to take a picture of him with his new spiffy glasses.
I had a blast watching them. I really did. Cindy thinks I'm lying but I had a good time. I love them very much. I'd watch them again in a heartbeat. I used to think Jakob was my favorite (I don't really have favorites, just strong preferences) but I think it's Bobby. He's at the fun age where he's starting to become who he will be. It's fun to see. And it means a lot to me when Bobby says "Even though you're mean, you're still my favorite, Aunt Susan." Nothing like a back handed compliment to get your day started. :)
I hope I get to see them more in the future. Bobby insisted I come back before Christmas. He told me last night that he's missed me. I must make more time for them. And Cindy MUST let me see them more. (Ahem, Cindy. I know you read this.)
I hope she calls on me again to watch the kids. I noticed on FB this morning that someone said to remember their 15 year old when considering a baby sitter. I wanted to write "Uh no. Sorry. That is what their aunt is for." But, that's rude, so I didn't. Cindy can pick whoever she wants to watch the kids. (It just better be me.)
And in todays news: I'm wearing a new shirt (it's orange, shocking, I know) and guess what? As of right now, my head does NOT hurt. Maybe hanging out with the kids last night, scared..I mean...helped it go away. My fibro is bad in my hips but I can handle that. And it's Friday! HOORAY!
I'm going to get more coffee.....
We ALL <3 YOU!
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