It Occurs To Me...

1: That I haven't done a non-dog blog.

I babysat the adorable Raphael for my amazing friend, Darcy this weekend. I know, MODEL good looks, right? Most assuredly a candidate for child exploitation through movies and commercials! Luckily he's got wonderfully sensible parents (Who could TOTALLY get rich off this kid, I'm just saying). Where was I going with this...

Oh yes!

So I officially babysat for Dars this weekend. It was one of the rare times her and hubby were able to have a date night, and I felt honored that they trusted me enough to go out and have a great time while I stayed home and unsuccessfully tried to get him to say *NOM NOM NOM*, just because I thought it'd be hilarious for them to come home and wonder why their child was suddenly spouting LOLspeak.

I got there about a half an hour early and Darcy handed me a note pad with maybe 15 words on, at most. It listed some dinner ideas, and three phone numbers.

2. This will not be that non-dog blog, but now the title will make sense.

The first time I left Caleb with my brother (Who was raised with dogs his entire life, like me) for the weekend, I left him FOUR PAGES OF NOTES.

FOUR. Let's just digest that a moment, shall we?

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It occurs to me that one of us is clearly nuts.