28 to 6
that's the ratio of kids to adults tonight. i helped babysit for almost 6 hours with my friend craig, while his boss got married. 2 of the adults helped with the big kids most of the night. then the rest of us (four for you dumbies) helped with the threes and under. toddlers. adorable. diapers. blankeys. tears. cuddling. and the grand finale: projectile puking. there was a baby - owen, for the record, hojo. he was a cute little dude. me being baby greedy, i offered to feed him his bottle when he woke up. big mistake. he started gagging on it, so i sat him up. he proceeded to projectile vomit on me. twice. bugger. i was happy when his mom came back. then there was this little will. blond, blue eyes. barely three years old & he could talk. he was so sweet. right at the end of the night, he was kinda left in the living room by himself for a second, two kids were sleeping on the couch, and i was helping organize kids shoes, etc... i turned around & he was wiping his tears with his clip on tie. oh my goodness. i quick picked him up & said "what happened?" he said "i got lonely" in reality he was just tired. i sat down in the chair. he fell instantly asleep. nice.