This past weekend I was at my sister’s with Joel babysitting her three kiddos. My nephews are Anthony 4, Jordan 3 and Devin (but we call him Diggy) 5 months and they are seriously the sweetest kids ever.
Here are a couple snippets from the weekend:
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Jordan– Uncle Joel, you don’t live here.
Joel– Well for the weekend we do.
Jordan– Yeah but you don’t live here regularly. (side note, seriously he used the word regularly. He’s 3! Cracked me up)
Joel– Would you like it if we lived here regularly?
At the same time: Anthony–Yes! Jordan– No!
Anthony– But Jordan, then they’d be here all the time.
Jordan– But that would just be silly.
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They were watching a super hero move and one of the previews was for Harry Potter.
Anthony – I like Harry Potter. Is he real?
Me– No he’s a character on TV just like Superman.
He seemed disappointed but got lost in the movie and didn’t say anything else about it. Later my sister Anna (16) was over and she was talking with Anthony. He was obviously being super cute and so she said,
You’re so cute, Anthony. You should be on TV.
Anthony’s eyes got really big and sad. He took a deep breath and said,
But…. I want to be real.
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I was so pleased with how the day went. I thought it was going to be the whole weekend. My brother-in-law was having some health issues and we thought he would need to be in the hospital all weekend. Thankfully the issues turned out not to be as serious as originally thought and they didn’t even have to stay over night.
It was going to be kind of fun and interesting though. Going from a blissfully child-free couple to two toddlers and an infant? For a whole weekend? Including over night? Bam!
I was shocked at how stress free it was though. Yeah I was tired at the end of the day but those kids are so freaking well behaved. The most annoying part of the day was heating up bottles every time Diggy needed to eat. And that was not that big a deal. At all.
The only thing I’m worried about now is I won’t be able to live up to this high standard of adorableness my sister’s kids have set. I’m just the tiniest bit concerned that I’m going to end up raising a herd of monster children.
Maybe I’ll just convince my sister to move in next door. Between her and their older boy cousins they ought to stay in line. Or at least their cousins will teach them how to be ridiculously adorable and I won’t notice the monstrous behavior as much.