Thursday, August 27, 2009

I was ran ragged by a 5 year old...

My nephew should be starting a new daycare/after school program next week, but during the transition my Lil Sis still needed a babysitter for him. She asked my Dad, and he agreed, but we all knew that really meant I would be the one doing it.



See, I work for my Pops so basically I got paid to babysit. Not a bad gig, especially if you like the kid you're watching & I just so happen to love my nephew.

For the past three days he was here with me until about 5ish when I get off from work and dang it, I'm exhausted! Truth is he wasn't even that much trouble, mostly playing on the computer, watching TV or playing with his toys.



I took him outside to play yesterday and within 5 minutes he says "I think this is perfect weather for the DS." and then proceeded to go inside to get his DS so I didn't even have to run after him.

The only thing I can figure is that I'm tired from all the talking. He's little Mr. McChatty, and when I'm the only one in the house with him I was blessed with ALL the conversation.



You may have seen some of my best moments noted on FB such as when he said:

"BTW, I have to go poop." in the middle of a conversation and then promptly went upstairs.

or "You're just being 'health-ful'." I asked him why I was being 'healthful' thinking maybe he noticed all the fruit I was eating. Nope. I was being 'healthful' because I wouldn't let him play on the computer. He meant to say hateful.

or yesterday when he was watching Teen Titans & they had a monster of some sort on there. He ran over to tell me about it and excitedly said it was "terrified". "So he was scared of the Teen Titans?" I asked. "No he was scary." "OH, so he was 'terrifyING'?" "Yeah he was terrified!"



All the talking was truly exhausting when I'm usually here by myself but I think I've narrowed it down and found the real reason why I'm so tired. Everyday I faced with goldfish crackers, gummy bears, french fries, peanuts, peanut butter & jelly sandwiches - all mocking me & testing my willpower.



You don't know how hard it was to throw away the popcorn chicken he didn't eat because he doesn't "like little chicken".

Or maybe you do know.

Kudos to all you mothers of small kids. You are my new heroes.

14 comments:

April said...

What a cutie. Yup, little ones will wear you out.

Too Many Hats said...

LOL!!! They can talk and talk and talk can't they :) I have to admit that my ds-12 is still like that - lately going on and on about bionicles and showing off his creations. Or how he was telling me how he cheated the Wii game into giving him more points or money or seashells or something on Animal Crossings. OMGosh, maybe I should send him to school too - the house would be much more quiet.

You are an awesome aunt!

Living It, Loving It said...

Sounds like you had lots of fun! Toddlers are wonderful too!

Living It, Loving It said...

Sounds like you had lots of fun! Toddlers are wonderful too!

Denise said...

At least he wasn't grabbing your face to get your attention. Emma and Ryan have now realized that there are many other people trying to get my attention, so they grab my face and pull it to about 3 inches in front of theirs. Then they proceed to talk and someone else by me is talking and I feel like I'm in a circus. It's wonderful to be so loved. ;-)

KiraAJ said...

Aww his a cutie :) my son is going threw the chatter box faze...his 6 and starts kindergarten 2morro!! ( i dont know how i feel about it seeing his always been with me 24/7 basically!)Sometimes i will ask him for 5 mins of silence....the 2 mins of silence he gives me is better then nothing i spose! :)

Jen said...

Love all the photos.

And ah the chattiness of small children, I know it well.

Aleta said...

I LOVED all of those crazy cute expressions in the pictures. That really gives an insight to his fun and loving personality! I could so totally see him saying those things. Cracked me up!

Tammy Howard said...

My youngest is a serious chatterbox. And if you try to zone out, she calls you on it. She is reading 'Wicked' right now and comes downstairs to tell me about EVERY chapter. This is what I get for telling her - "I read it a long time ago, I don't really remember." I think I could write a pretty decent book report on it now based only upon her chapter by chapter synopsis...

CaraBee said...

Honestly, I blame my daughter for my inability to lose weight. I am always finishing off the food she won't eat because I hate to throw it away. If she would just be a good daughter and clean her plate, I'd be rail thin. See. It's ALL her fault. Not a lack of willpower on my part at all.

WhisperingWriter said...

How cute.

My son will suddenly announce that he has to poop too.

Mom said...

Just looking at the pictures wears me out! LOL

I have a 4 year old. I feel your (tired!) pain.

Queenie Jeannie said...

Good job for staying strong!! And he's a real lil cutie too! BIG HUGS!!!!!

Adrian's Crazy Life said...

Gotcha! I've had 25 years of Mr. McChatty, versions 1, 2 & 3. My husband is Mr. McChatty senior and it seems to be genetic as he has passed it onto all three of his offspring. It's a wonder I don't have blood pouring out of my ears!