... is baby-sitting the youngest children in my extended family. Now I love my little cousin, but oy vey does she have lungs. Trying to put that girl down for a nap is like trying to give an angry baby tiger with a bullhorn a bath. While on fire. And trying to keep her interest in one toy for more than 5 minutes is like trying to get a schizophrenic to perform a Shakespearean monologue.
I hope that what you drudged up from these metaphors is that looking after 6 month olds for an extended period of time is HARD! And tiring. I was at that house for 6 hours and despite that fact that she took a nap I still didn't get the reading done that I had planned on (which I should probably be doing now actually....). Granted this little girl is FREAKING ADORABLE - the biggest little rolly-polly pudge that you ever did see. And she does occasionally make an adorable giggling sound and smile. But when she is not happy... Let's just say I am SO not read for motherhood.
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