Sitter

Dylan had his first real babysitter yesterday. Kenda works in the daycare at Cheryl's gym, so she and Dylan knew each other already but this was his first in-home experience.

She arrived in time to see him go down for a nap and got to enjoy his smiling face when he woke up 90 minutes later, then she played with him for a while before taking him outside for a little walk in the sunshine (with his hat on, of course).

Not too monumental, really. I mean, he took it in stride and probably didn't give it two thoughts, but Mom sure enjoyed spending a couple of hours on a weekday afternoon getting to some things that aren't easily done while conveying a wiggling nineteen pound appendage with a mind of it's own and an undeveloped sense of empathy.

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