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My cousin has an eight month old baby.
I'm an experienced nanny.
Ergo...
I babysat the baby this morning.

Didn't go well.

He was all nice and pudgy to begin with, but I knew I was in trouble when he woke up from his one hour nap half and hour early.
It all went down hill from there.

He wouldn't play, so I picked him up.
He wouldn't stay in my arms, so I put him down.
He started to cry.
And no matter what I did, he wouldn't stop.

I don't panic when babies cry, it's what they do, it's in their blue print, they cry until they can talk and even that doesn't stop until they're like seven years old (or if you're like me, you continue to cry until you're in your twenties).
So He cried.
I tried to feed him, should have seen him messing on himself.
I changed his nappy and he still didn't calm down.

Now I hate calling the mothers when the babies cry, because normally it tells them that the nanny can't handle the things they're supposed to handle in the mother's absence, but thise being my first day with him and all I thought "what the hell".

So I called she suggested I just give him the formula bottle and be done with it.
Poor boy kept crying during the feed but he definitely calmed down a little, I then let him lie on me for a while, as I channel surfed on the TV, yeah I know it's considered bad form to let the TV babysit, but when you're a bind and there's no mobile in sight a TV is as good as any other visual aid.
He fell asleep again about ten minutes before him mother and big sister came to pick him up.

And paid me. Always remember the moula people.

Poor baby, missed his mommy and wasn't used to his big cousin who has no hair to pull, or chew on to comfort himself.

Oh, well. There's always tomorrow.
Yep.
Tomorrow it is.

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.

Date: 2007-06-05 01:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] warlordkittens.livejournal.com
awww. next time, bring some sort of ragdoll or stuffed animal?

Date: 2007-06-05 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] richmondhillgal.livejournal.com
Are you sure you didn't have my grandbaby. They sound like twins. lol

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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