Jelly Bean

We babysat for friends last night who don’t have any Grandma’s close by. This was really their first date with each other since the baby. They went and saw the Chronicles of Narnia they were gone for 2 hours and 15 minutes to see a movie that was 2 hours and 12 minutes long. They were afraid their little jelly bean was home screaming his lungs right out of his chest. I could almost see their hearts fall when I said “No, he didn’t really cry at all, he was so easy.” Even Ella took the evening in stride. Only a couple of times did she tell jelly bean “No, that’s MY Mommy.” I got a little taste of toddler on one knee and jelly bean on the other and Dan said “Are you sure you’re ready for that?” and I said “Sure this is easy” totally putting out of my mind the possibility that Ella will flush the cue ball from our pool table down the toilet while I’m changing her future little brother/sister’s diaper. Perhaps… (Throw some new baby mojo our way this year) The babysitting gig was nice they paid us in Oreo Cookies, Cable TV and the satisfaction of having their little jelly bean sleep on my chest for an hour.