Pouring My Art Out

Yes, I am back at my underpaid but very rewarding babysitting gig, taking care of some friend’s little ones. I have to be underpaid to compete with those annoying teenage girls who think they are babysitters. Between my awesomely low rates… and the fact that teenage girls have to go to school… my position is fairly secure.

Speaking of school, my little buddy, Olivia, who happens to be the sister of these twin boys, has started preschool part time. Her mom had some errands to run, so I was put in charge this morning… all morning.

Now we all know that I was a stay-at-home dad before it was even a thing. The other dads made fun of me. But I got to spend all day with my daughters, so I didn’t care.

But my daughters were born 9 years apart. We didn’t have them at the same time. That is just crazy. Especially when there is a two-year-old running around.

But I am not here to offer family planning advice… although if you want any advice on how to take care of babies, I am your guy.

Because I am the baby whisperer.

Have I mentioned that babies, dogs and horses love me… and that you shouldn’t trust anyone of whom that cannot be said?

Also… awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…