Adventures in Babysitting Part Deux
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ragin_cajunAster was really the star of the second part of Remy's evening of babysitting. That was just fine by him, though, because she was moderately less of a handful than her older brother. The trick was keeping Carl occupied (and not hungry) while he went about keeping Aster happy. Since Aster was, at the moment, crying and Carl was hungry, he had a bit of a problem. However, there was no problem that couldn't be solved with enough creativity, and Remy had that in spades.
How do you distract a baby? Make a tasty mess. He'd have to give the little guy a good scrubbing (or a bath) later, but for now, Remy slathered Carl's hands with baby food. Carl looked at them, confused. Then he clapped them a few times. There was splatter, and Remy just chuckled as he wiped a bit off his cheek. Then he stuck his finger in his mouth. Carl did the same. The baby's eyes widened a little, and he tried it again. Tasty!
With a grin, Remy swept Carl up and trucked on down the hallway to Aster. His nose alerted him to what had woken her up. With a grimace, he crossed the room to her crib an peeked in at her. She was just wailing away, not really paying attention to the world. Remy glanced at Carl, shrugged, and put him down to enjoy playing with the food on his hands. That should keep him occupied long enough for a quick diaper change.
"Now onto you, little fille."
Did he have experience changing diapers? No, not much. He had enough to know how to get the job done, though, and that was just what he set to doing. It took him a few tries and some vigorous cleaning of her bottom, but he got the diaper changed and the baby happy. Well, mostly. The second part of her happiness came in the form of a bottle to her mouth. Now they were cooking. He held the bottle to her mouth in one hand, and resumed feeding Carl by spoon with the other. Who said he couldn't multitask?
And so it would go for the rest of the evening. When he gave Carl a bath, he decided to just go ahead and give Aster one too. Two for the price of one, and all that. Fortunately, no one hulked out, and more fortunately still, after food, some entertainment, a bath, and some more entertainment, both were tired again and fell back to sleeping. Remy slumped down in a chair in their room, exhausted.
"Remind me dat children ain't on my radar for a while," he breathed out to no one in particular. He made use of a little TV in the corner, but after a little while he passed out himself.
How do you distract a baby? Make a tasty mess. He'd have to give the little guy a good scrubbing (or a bath) later, but for now, Remy slathered Carl's hands with baby food. Carl looked at them, confused. Then he clapped them a few times. There was splatter, and Remy just chuckled as he wiped a bit off his cheek. Then he stuck his finger in his mouth. Carl did the same. The baby's eyes widened a little, and he tried it again. Tasty!
With a grin, Remy swept Carl up and trucked on down the hallway to Aster. His nose alerted him to what had woken her up. With a grimace, he crossed the room to her crib an peeked in at her. She was just wailing away, not really paying attention to the world. Remy glanced at Carl, shrugged, and put him down to enjoy playing with the food on his hands. That should keep him occupied long enough for a quick diaper change.
"Now onto you, little fille."
Did he have experience changing diapers? No, not much. He had enough to know how to get the job done, though, and that was just what he set to doing. It took him a few tries and some vigorous cleaning of her bottom, but he got the diaper changed and the baby happy. Well, mostly. The second part of her happiness came in the form of a bottle to her mouth. Now they were cooking. He held the bottle to her mouth in one hand, and resumed feeding Carl by spoon with the other. Who said he couldn't multitask?
And so it would go for the rest of the evening. When he gave Carl a bath, he decided to just go ahead and give Aster one too. Two for the price of one, and all that. Fortunately, no one hulked out, and more fortunately still, after food, some entertainment, a bath, and some more entertainment, both were tired again and fell back to sleeping. Remy slumped down in a chair in their room, exhausted.
"Remind me dat children ain't on my radar for a while," he breathed out to no one in particular. He made use of a little TV in the corner, but after a little while he passed out himself.
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