Yep, she was freaked out. The baby was already asleep, so the house was very quiet. She kept checking to make sure the baby was breathing, and she checked out which knife was the sharpest. When she got home around 9:30, she burst in the door looking radient, "I survived!" she let us know immediately.
I'm pleased with her. In spite of how scary it is, she's thrilled with the job. The 2nd time she borrowed Danielito's monitor, and put it right by the baby's nose so she'd know if the baby stopped breathing.
On Thursdays, she has a craft class with the daughters of the ladies who come to our Ladies Bible study. Last Thursday, for various reasons, she had no little girls the right age, so she ended up with these 3 clowns Josh, Tim's special buddy Oliver, and Timothy.
She let them make chocolate cakes in the microwave. There was a lot of teasing going on, but I think all four of them enjoyed themselves.
Timothy is almost 13, so he and Paul joined 2 other father/son teams for a special weekend in the wild. I stayed home and painted our bedroom, and wondered how our guys were doing. No need to worry, they had a wonderful time.
Joshua (9) and Danielito (2) are buddies. They had a jubilant reunion at the airport when we got back in September. Daniel calls Josh, "Daddy." Daniel hasn't quite got all the languages he hears sorted out, but we think this little mistake is so cute.