This morning, Liz and I woke up bright and early to help babysit Paige. Tricia and Darryl were in the city attending a talk… and Paige spent the morning hanging out in our apartment with us.
As we were tidying up the house some, we discovered that Paige really had a fondness for the Swiffer. To her, it was one big toy. To us… well, we thought, what’s the harm in putting her enthusiasm to good use?
Here’s me, disciplining Paige for missing a spot in the corner.
Paige, trying to call Mommy Tricia and Daddy Darryl, to complain about the unfair child labor practices happening at the apartment. Luckily for us, she doesn’t know the difference between a cell phone and a remote control. Crisis averted.
In all seriousness, this morning was absolutely delightful. Paige was a bit wary of me at first, but we got along smashingly before the morning was done. I spent most of my time hanging out with her, walking around the apartment, reading books, drawing, and eating snacks. She wasn’t fussy in the slightest, and the time just flew by.
There’s a great deal to be said for having a small child run at you with open arms, expecting to be lifted up into the air. No matter what else happens this weekend, this was a good weekend.