I had the chance this weekend to babysit my two-and-a-half year old nephew, Reuben, and my 11 month old niece Nadine. I'm well aware that every family has a bias, but I believe these to be the cutest children in the world. Seeing as how they live in Stratford and I reside in Hamilton I haven't had many chances to babysit the two of them, but it reminded me of the first time I babysat Reuben. Back in the day when Steve and Sarah lived in Stoney Creek in the Doric apartment building, I think I was the first ever babysitter for Reuben. It was a pretty quiet night-- I fed him his mashed veggies and sent him off to bed. I did my homework for some courses. I heard a funny noise in the hall...and realized after five minutes that the fire alarm was going off in the hallway. People were leaving their apartments and rushing down the stairs, so I went back in, got the poor boy up out of bed, bundled him in his snowsuit, found the keys and went down with everyone else. Apparently there was an oil fire on the floor just below us, but it was contained and put out fairly quickly. Before I knew it, I was putting Reuben back into his crib. I sat down on the couch and stared off into nothing for a bit, shaking quite a bit. In the 9 years that I've been babysitting, I've never had another experience quite like that one. Thankfully there was no fire this weekend whilst babysitting.
On a completely different note, I now have a summer job: I shall be working with Ms Kenny and Ms Westra at Verbinnen's Nursery out in the fields, with occasional jobs in shipping and receiving (thanks to the wonderful experience at Heaslip last summer). Yay for having a paycheck!