Pondering the deeper questions of existence today as I watch over my daughter’s three children. Primarily, why do they call it Baby Sitting when Sitting hardly comes into play?
Better this activity should be called Baby Following or Baby Running or Baby Exhausting instead.
Above, a rare moment of baby sitting as the youngest grandchild presents each of her princesses to me with a colorful introduction. “Actually,” she explains, holding one tiny figure, “This is Princess Tiana, and she is very beautiful. Notice her colorful dress.”
I’ve become quite adept at oohing and aahing. Perhaps I’m a Baby Ooh-er!
Peace, People!
Praying for Eyebrowz 