We were driving home from Portland and I got a phone call from our friends; they wanted to go out on a date, and wondered if we would watch their little girl. Lily is 3 months old and a real sweetie, we've enjoyed her visits in the past and then her mom asked, "So, would you mind keeping her until the morning we'll come get her at church?" I hesitated a second, I love children and have been watching them overnight for years, but in all of my experience I've never had a baby that young stay over at my house, and it was a little scary. But, we had a great time.
Lily made us look good, you know, like we knew what we were doing!
I sneaked in the side door at church to avoid the "OMG you have a baby!" stares and explaining that it wasn't my baby. It bothers me when people do that. I'm not sure why...perhaps it's just the assumption, It used to bug me with my friends Carley and Gavin too. It doesn't bother me enough to stop taking care of them though! Perhaps it's because I don't like to disappoint people, they are so ready to be happy for me that it stings to let them down.
It did give me an idea of how little sleep I will soon be living on...and all I can say is that I'd better have the coffee pot set to start brewing for Jer in the morning! :D