We hit a milestone today.
My baby went on her first babysitting job.
It's ok, you can weep. I almost did. I mean I would have if I let myself have 5 minutes to think about it.
She went with my friend who has twins that are almost 2, to the beach. She was the "mother's helper". Mind you this friend of mine, we used to live together, we have drank together, we have been through much together. It was a little surreal, her picking up K and taking her on a "job".
K came home with the biggest smile on her face and it wasn't just because of the 20 bucks. Nope, she had a blast! She played with the girls in the sand, in the water, with bubbles, ate lunch...it was like a dream come true for her. I think she even came home a few inches taller!
As proud as I am of her, I am a little sad for myself. It just doesn't seem that long ago that she was 2 and B was 6 months and I had Jillian (a friend's daughter who was 11) as a Mother's helper. No matter how hard I try to live in the present, time just flies by.... I am still trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up for Pete's sake!