Our nanny leaves at 4:15 a few days a week, and today I had babysitting duty until Linden's mom got off work. Andrea insists that it is not called "babysitting" when it is your own child, but I think watching Lucy while her friend is over puts it into babysitting territory. I had this same situation about a month ago, where both babies decided to throw tantrums at the same time. They may be young, but I have a feeling that they planned that episode ahead of time to test my parenting skills and see if I had what it took to watch them. Needless to say, I surpassed their expectations and easily won their trust and respect. This time around things couldn't have been more different. The girls knew the "Father of the Year" was watching them, and decided there was no need to test me again. Instead, the three of us (and Willy) enjoyed a beautiful cry-free, dirty diaper-free, tantrum-free,
and overall incident-free afternoon together on the living room floor. We even made it through a full playing of Peter and the Wolf without anyone getting frightened. I used to be scared by the French Horns that signify the wolf, but these girls are much more advanced than I was as a child. They didn't even flinch.
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