Babies

Well (I start every blog with that), we just got back from church. We team lead a nursery full of 13-17 month old kids. Usually it's okay, most of them know us. But, we've got some newbies and it wasn't pretty. Two of the kids were unwilling to sit with the hubby without squalling and bawling their eyes out. Even bubbles wouldn't appease them. Bubbles appease EVERYONE. Argh.

SO, I held the 2 criers, but I had to prepare the snack and change diapers and it ended up being a bit of a sidaster (disaster). SO, we sent one back to her mother. Pagers are lovely little things. 

The other guy we held on to. Cute, but so tear-prone. We're guilty of leaving one of our cute little charges to herself most of the time because she adores playing with the bubbles in the rocking chair. So, in the chair she stays. The whole time. It's love really. We want her to be happy. If she wanted to quit with the bubbles and get down, we would help her. But, she's content. So we are too. 

Snacks. Snacks (graham crackers) are terrific little appeasers. We start snack pretty much immediately if there are criers. Nothing like feeding criers to silence. It didn't work today. Of course when the first crier's mother came to take her that was when she happily chomped down on her cracker. Her mother seemed confused about why we would call her down. It was like she didn't totally believe that 3 minutes ago her daughter was crying her eyes out. 

But, all in all, it was successful day in the nursery. Nobody tripped and fell. Nobody had trouble sharing. Nobody pooped. Nobody wiped out on the slide (we don't know how it happens on a slide that is less than 2 feet from the ground). 

Bless the kids. They're cuties. To commemorate the occasion, I've written a short poem. 

"Cute Kids" by: Schmims

We watch tiny tots. 

We wipe their face,

We wipe their snots.

We think they're very cute. 

He's a hunk, 

I'm a beaut.

Watch the babies very close,

Every Sunday, 

Just one dose!