Babysitters, We Are Not.

Tonight we babysat for some friends while they attended a work party. Their son, Carter, was born about a month before Andrew arrived. He is a sweet little boy who did not enjoy his time at our house - at all. We felt awful that he was so upset and realized that he was very aware that his mommy and daddy were no where to be found and he was in a strange house. He tried to be a good sport about it, but as you can see from the picture - he was not a happy camper. Andrew, on the other hand, had a really good night. I think he enjoyed the show of Mommy and Daddy trying to make Carter happy.

So, it is official...we are no good with children. We are pretty good with handling our own child, or maybe he is pretty good with handling us. Either way, when Carter started crying, Jeff and I gave each other the deer in headlights look and tried about 100 things to make him stop. By the end of the night, that poor baby was over-stimulated, over-bounced, over-fed, over song-ed, over hugged, over danced and completely over...us. But, when Carter's mommy and daddy arrived to pick him up...he was asleep. Go figure.