The long awaited evening has come and gone. I babysat for Squirt tonight for the first time in several several months. He has been asking me to sit for him continuously since I came back to CHCC and once his mom asked me to we had an ongoing countdown for three weeks. Every day we looked at the classroom calendar and I showed him what day it was and reminded him that I would babysit after we went to the pumpkin farm. Then I had to count from what day we were on to the pumpkin farm day and show him the number of days (not that he actually got it, but he really tried). I got to his house a few minutes early (ok, ok, I adore this kid, I admit it. He actually won me over last year even though I gave it my all not to be too fond of him. He targeted me, the little bugger, and slowly broke down my resistance….that’s mah Squirt) and after his mom left we had some pizza (I know, I’ve been cheating like crazy on my diet this weekend…I plead the period. It’s either eat some carbs and sugar or rain sulfur down upon those who oppose me, so let me have some cookies in peace), built a train set (well, I built the track…Squirt pushed it once, decided that basically it sucked, which it did, and we moved on), painted both on the easel and with finger paints, and then we settled down to watch a movie. What did Squirt want to watch, you ask? The 2006 World Cup Portugal/France semifinal game. His dad has it on a DVD. We popped it in and started watching. I told him all about my old soccer team and the other girls on it. Then I taught him about the “back door” and about Zidane
or, for those of you less versed in the world of French soccer, the head butt guy:

Then I tucked him into bed, read him some stories, gave some kisses and hugs and that was that. Squirt Night was adjourned and I headed downstairs to read a book while Squirt’s rottweiler mix proceeded to jump up, lick me till I nearly passed out (big dogs cause me extreme unrest…I can’t really say fear, cause I’m not afraid, but I do get anxiety attack inducing degrees of uncomfortable), and then curl up and spoon with me, making it impossible for me to read my book till she dozed off and I could stop scratching her belly without fear of more intense doggy tongue bathing. All in all a very pleasant evening.