Babysitting

Meleta (Josh's step-mom) was kind enough to watch our sweet sweet child while we went to the concert last night. I did much better than the last time we left him.* I even survived the 45 minute drive from the conference center to the freeway yes. conference center to FREEWAY, which is a freaking miracle because stopping at the same red light 10+ times before going through is positively infuriating.

Whoever scheduled the concert, the Jazz game, and Kurt Bestor on the same night should be hung in the street. Isn't that why we have a mayor? To make sure people don't get trapped downtown?

I think Josh's favorite part of having a babysitter is blasting the music in the car. Because I can't tell him to "turn it down, that's bad for the baby's ears." You may or may not have heard us belting out Hakuna Matata and Follow Me by Uncle Kracker.

I think the worst part of having a babysitter is coming back and him being completely fine. And them saying he was completely fine the whole time. I like to think that he needs me and misses me when I'm gone, but the truth is he's happy as long as they feed him and let him sleep whenever he wants. Which they did. and I'm glad.

Forunately Aunt Nancy had pity on me and told me he was screaming for a while just after we left. I feel bad for her because he was really really screaming. Red-faced, not-breathing, chin-quivering, vain-popping screaming. I hate that scream, it's the worst. But fortunately (for her) he stopped mid-scream to fall asleep. I've never ever heard him stop himself when he gets that mad, but apparently it's possible.

I know people who don't leave their child for the first year or two of their lives, and I take my hat off to them. It was surprisingly refreshing to get out by ourselves and feel like real people. 2 people who fit in 2 seats and just need 1 purse to keep them happy for 5 hours. A far cry from the 3 of us who take up 4 seats, need 3 bags, and can't sit in one place for more than 1 hour.

I'm really glad to have willing grandmas close by to babysit for us when we get opportunities we just can't pass up.

*We left him with Josh's mom, who lives approximately 6 minutes away from Jordan River Temple, while we did a session. On the way there we were stopped at a red light and I was "freaking out" because the light was red too long and I needed to hurry back to my baby. Josh pointed out that if I couldn't survive the 5 minute drive there, the session was gonna be rough. Which it was.