Babysitters: Part Two

Of all our babysitters, Elizabeth has been around the longest and tortured by my children the most. She’s come two or three times a week ever since Mr. Perpetual Mess was about six weeks old. She’s strolled with them to the park, the zoo, the library, the train bridge, all over town. They’ve got caught out and about in torrential rain showers, and taken countless imaginary adventures with Elizabeth. Elizabeth has built innumberable tents out of blankets in our basement for them to hide inside, and dealt with crisis after crises: Mr. PM falling in the mud, off the swing, and throwing up all over at least twice in her years of babysitting. Yet, everyday Elizabeth steps in the door, she’s all smiles and optimism.

Ms. Crazy Preschooler was at one of her very favorite friend’s house celebrating a birthday and missed out on this picture and Elizabeth’s last day of babysitting.