survivor

i got left alone with the kids today. before you panic: everything was cool.

i'm starting to realise how little contact i've had with children since i stopped babysitting. luckily cheryl told them that they could watch tv. there was a bit of conversation with neva, and some chatting from hugh, who was even harder to understand because of the toothbrush in his mouth. i wasn't sure if it was cool for him to putter around with it, but 1. i like his interest in hygiene, and 2. i read cheryl's blog about how quickly the mouth heals. besides, he was happy... i wasn't gonna rock that boat.

okay, it was only for an hour, but in the time that i've been here, i don't think i've made neva hate me, and hugh doesn't cry when he sees me, so i think i'm on steady ground. neva wanted to share her best moment of the day time with me, and hugh offered me some naan; sure it had already been in his mouth, but i know he likes naan. oh, on that note... when that happened... he put his hand in his mouth to grab it out, and then sort of baby waddled/walked towards me, hand outstretched, wet naan getting closer and closer... cheryl said she saw the panic, and that i held it together alright. whoot!

i think i might be able to entertain them even without tv. i don't want to push my luck; i'm just sayin' is all.