The babysitter

For the last three month Olga and I were discussing how wonderful it would be to get a babysitter for Maxim. Not on a full day, but for a couple of hours a week or so. While both of us were cheered by the idea, none of us did anything to actually find one.

Until one day this old lady basically jumped into it. She was recommended and looked good too. We were going to call her right away. For three weeks or so.

Somehow, every time I thought of leaving Maxim alone with the babysitter I started worring a lot. My eyes were jumping from left to right, my hands went shaky, and I was talking funny too.

Anyway, this week we decided to try her out, since “Doom” movie is in the cinema and both of us want to go and watch it. We called the woman to come one day just to see how Maxim would react and discuss the money issue.

She couldn’t make it.

So we called her in a day or so again. Arranged for a meeting. But she couldn’t do it again. Is she scared or something? Maybe punctuality is not her strong side? Or maybe there is something else…

I guess we’d better start looking for a new babysitter now. Before we even had a chance to try the first one. Somehow I think we are in a long search. Those signs aren’t good. Aren’t good…

Now he gets all romantic

Maxim has been learning recently how to return all that love and tender that he gets from us. Specifically, he is learning how to hug and kiss. And although he is still too clumsy and wet about it, both Olga and I just love the sweetness of these moments.

When he gives a hug, he pushes his body against mine and grabs my neck with both of his hands as hard as he can. If can reach the hair, that’s good too. You might confuse this behaviour with an attack, but it’s not. While doing this he has the biggest and sweetest smile on his face.

Kissing is even more gross. He just started to get the concept. So far he got to the point of mouth touching face. Unfortunately, any action that involves his mouth, also involves it in a wide open state. And considering the fact that his teeth are popping up, he is heavily drooling pretty much any time of the day or night. So the kiss turns into a really wet business. He still has a problem with actually hitting my head with his mouth, so when he succeeds, he laughs out loud like he just won the World Rally Championship.

Anyway, with all the clumsiness, humidity, and pain, these moments are pure happiness. Hopefully, he will practice more often and perfect his procedures. Until that day, we’ll enjoy what we get…