Babysitting.

That word. "Babysitting". It just sounds so, I don't know, odd. The word doesn't even make sense. In fact, if there were two words that should never be morphed into one, they would be 'baby' and 'sitting'.

Newsflash: Babies don't SIT.

Babies cry. Babies scream. Babies eat. Babies...oh nevermind.

But for real, whoever came up with that word was obviously delusional.

Also, this word carries on to the slightly older, larger, louder version of babies. That being children.

So, what is it considered when you take care of children? Childsitting?

I don't know what to call it.

But anyways, this weekend, I am playing "Mommy" while my parents are at a marriage retreat with our church.

I love my parents, and they are taking advantage of a much-needed break. I think it's awesome for them to have time away.

With that said, I will begin to go into a rampage about how "fun" it is to take care of these little things we call children.

A few months ago, my mom was on the phone with a friend of hers. She made one of the most profound and painfully accurate statements that I have ever heard. It went a little like this: 

"I am quite sure children do not grow brains until they are at least 9 or 10, and after that it is spotty at best..."

I believe it. 

Children have terrible timing when it comes to getting sick. I mean, not 45 minutes before my parents left, Isaiah starts sniffling and crying and whining and looking drowsy. So we give him some medicine, and set him down on the floor. What happens then? He stands up, walks over to Ella's toy kitchen, grabs a bowl out of the cabinet, and proceeds to throw up in the bowl. I mean, really? Maybe he does have a brain. Ella witnessed this event, and thought she'd reiterate it to everyone, so she screams(quite loudly) "ISAIAH PUKED. In the BOWL!!!" You'd think it was the end of the world. Well, thankfully there wasn't any mess, and he hasn't thrown up since.


Children are demanding. They like, no, they love to get their way. They will take every opportunity to make sure we know that they want something. This is my conversation with Ella every, oh, ten minutes.

Ella- "Haileeey...I have twoooooooooo kweshunns."
Hailey- "Okay, what are your two questions?" 
Ella- "Well, ONE, I want to have a tea party and, TWO, I want to go outside."
Hailey- "Ella, not right now, okay?"
Ella- "But, but, but, but, OH NO!!!! HAILEY, PLEASE????????" 
Hailey- "Ella, I said NOT RIGHT NOW."
Ella- "Ugh, FINE."


Yep, that is definitely a very accurate interpretation of our conversations.

Where she gets her attitude, I have no idea. I know for sure its not from me. Ahem, anyways....

Then there's the outdoor adventure incidents. Ella loves being outside. Yonas, not so much. 
I took Ella and Yonas outside last night, to get some fresh air and to get them out of this house. 
(it was a good idea, and i guarantee we will be spending a significant amount of time outside tonight.)
We were outside for about ten minutes when Yonas starts saying, "Hailey, my hands...cold...why?" 
Let me just clarify that it was 27 degrees out yesterday, which is relatively warm for a February in Minnesota, and Yonas was properly, maybe even overly, clothed in warmth. But nonetheless, his little hands were cold. So I started giving him techniques on how to warm up his hands. 
There was the "Shake your hands as fast as you can to increase blood flow", the "take gloves off, against all better judgment, and breathe on your hands", and last but not least, the "fold arms and hope that your body heat will improve the state of your frostbit fingers". 
But despite his best efforts, he was still complaining. So I told Ella that we had to go in. Now, Ella is invincible in cold weather. She's never cold when we are outside. She enjoys being outside. She does not enjoy being inside, when she could be outside. So when I told her that we needed to go inside, she starts to...oh...you know....just...melt. Heehehee...pun intended.
About twenty minutes later we were inside, warm and happy.


Don't get me wrong. Most of the time, we are happy. Most of the time, we are having fun. Most of the time, we all love each other. Most of the time, its all good. But that wouldn't be much fun to write about, now would it? :)

Well, I have a sudden urge to go do something productive...Homemaking, here I come! 
Oh, never mind, I think I've just had too much caffeine. 


Have an awesome weekend, everyone! :)