When the babysitter comes

Our teenage babysitter, KY, usually comes over and sits in a quiet house with sleeping boys while Greg and I are out on a late night date night.  Yesterday, however, he watched L2 and L3 while I was out of the house for three hours mid-day.

When L3 (2.5yrs) saw KM arrived, L3 ran screaming to my lap, knowing that if KM had arrived, Mommy was probably going to leave.   Between sobs, L3 managed to get out:

You stay home 50 hours today!

I comforted him and suggested that when I walked out the door, L2 and L3 and KY could have a goldfish snack.  L3 agreed with that wholeheartedly and spent the next 10 minute trailing me around the house saying, “Bye, Mom!  Bye, Mom!”

Meanwhile, L2 (5yrs), was excited to update KY on all his adventures and stories and imaginings.  He was talking a mile a minute and KY’s eyes kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger…

Me to KY: “You haven’t been around him much when he’s awake, have you?”

As I walked out the door, I glanced by at KY and said, “I feel like I’m leaving you in some type of medieval torture chamber.”

KY: “I feel like you are too.”

KY’s mom to me when I told her about the events: “PAYBACK!!!!  KY tells such long stories and never stops talking.  He finally gets a taste of his own medicine!”

That’s my name

L3 has grown his vocabulary by leaps and bounds recently – adding pronouns and expressing definite opinions. Recently he’s been adamant about his name. Example conversation…

Me: Come here, silly boy! *picks up boy with love* Are you my big boy?

L3: NO! ‘tha-nul! *pointing at himself emphatically*

Me: You’re not my big boy?

L3: NO! ‘tha-nul! E says eh in ‘tha-nul!

Another time, he added in: I call you: Mom. Call me: tha-nul!