Saturday night if anyone would have made a drop-by at the Bush residence they may have thought G had a secret baby.
Or just babysitting.
But a secret baby is much more Lifetime movie'ish, and interesting, right?
But yeah, we were totally babysitting.
Some friends of ours just had their second baby and needed a sitter for a few hours and of course we obliged. He's little, he's cute, and he's good. PLUS I get to see what life could have been like if we would have had just one more.
And oh me, the kids were all over him! They absolutely loved it.
I'm sure if we had our own they wouldn't remain this interested, but it was sweet to watch how much fun they had with him.
And not gonna lie, I had fun too.
It may have made me somewhat nostalgic for these years....
But I do believe my ovaries are slowly turning to dust.
Maybe it's time I get a puppy.
Or just think about how hard it is to be a parent
Or the teeny tiny fact that if I got pregnant RIGHT NOW, I would be 44 when it started kindergarten. (Not that there's anything wrong with that. You know who you are)
Okay G, back to reality.
And go buy yourself a puppy.