Other People's Children

Today was the first day of my search for H's new caregiver. It consisted of only 2 people. I canceled a woman whom I was meant to meet up with "at the starbucks on alpines" as she put it. When I replied asking her for a cross street to said 'bucks she answered "you don't know where alpines is?". Call it motherly or human intuition but I'm guessing our communication styles do not match up.

The next lady ended up being a 13 min drive away from the house. The slip and slide that slipped into the road was a red flag. The chihuahua that "ignored the babies" ended up jumping up and down on H was another. Yes she meant well, but her house was sorely ill equipped for any toddler. Away we went.

The last lady, a grandma, called us into the house as she was washing up her grandson who was painting. Immediately there was both a cat and a lap dog at my heels. Sigh. However, after the initial let down of animals (small ones) I got to look around and see the active, jabbering 19 mo old boy show us around the house. H was out of my arms in a minute and after being licked clean by the dog he was in the toys throwing balls around. I stayed there for an hour and it was nice. Just the two little guys playing peek a boo and chucking toys at each other. We left with vanilla wafers in our hands as they waved bye bye from the porch. Kind of precious.

Three more tomorrow.

As a side note I made H laugh so hard today we were both dying for a solid ten minutes. Days like this make it hard to be okay with going back to work.