Grasshoppers and Microwaves

Our daughter, Grace, who is 14 is going solo now when she babysits. Last summer after she and her friend completed an online babysitting course, they secured a summer babysitting job, 8 to 5, Monday-Friday, watching two school-aged kiddos as well as her friend's little sister. They were really excited for all of the first week! Burn out set in pretty quickly, but they persevered and had earned a good chunk of money by the end of summer.

Her first solo job was babysitting for our neighbor's kids. Two boys. It helped that she knew we were right down the street. This job will forever be known as 'the night Grace nearly burned the house down' job. {Suggestions for moms: when you instruct the babysitter to make microwave mac & cheese, you may want to specify which microwave to use. Preferably the one that doesn't start sparking and filling the house up with smoke.} Grace got an A+ as she handled it perfectly. I went down and helped her air out the house. Boy did it stink! Of course she was upset and afraid to tell the parents. {Um, I almost burned your house down.} The mom felt really bad about forgetting to tell her about the bad microwave. 

Today is a long one watching their 2 year old while they take their older kiddo to the Colorado State Fair. She started at 2:00. She brought him over to our house for dinner and jokingly asked if I could watch him so she could take a nap! This little pistol is a handful. 

At 9:45 I received a text from her saying there was something big flying in the house and could I come down and get it? Really, Grace? I'm in my p.j.'s. But being the good mom that I am, I rescue her. We look everywhere for the broom so I can beat the living daylights out of the big flying thing. It was a flying grasshopper. Sheesh! We didn't get it, but I left her with the broom.

She is home now. The flying grasshopper is still at large. 

Making good memories!

It's All Good!

Brenda