Me, the Little Domestic, part deux

My new favorite person is Bailey McGrath.
She weights roughly 15 pounds, likes to test how many surrounding objects she can fit into her mouth at once, and has a smile that would make even Adolf go gaga.
Though getting in a bit late in the game, I've started babysitting for one of my mom's coworkers. The result, a brilliant 3 year old named Victoria and her sister, a kid with gray-blue eyes that devour every nuance they pass over with utter amazement and delight (Miss B.).

Obviously there were many nonsensical phrases screamed from my x chromosomes like "Awwww" and "Ahh, bubashana, so cute".
So yes, at times, I sounded like an old Yiddish woman (or Yenta for those who have a background). But most importantly I'm in love.
And pissed off that I didn't have a digital camera with me today which would've enabled me to post a tedious and exorbitant number of maternal-pride pictures on here of my new buddy.
Because trust me it would've been fucking adorable.



On a side note, last night I attended a masquerade ball organized by my friend's Baptist church.
In case the Yenta comment above didn't hint at it, that is definitely not my preferred, or familiar, religion. Nevertheless it sounded like it'd be an interesting outing and of course I never turn down an opportunity to dress up.

In short, rather than walking into a stuffy dining hall with proper ladies and gentlemen citing scripture, I was met with a gargantuan disco ball and a smoke machine.
Basically I ended up doing the Electric Slide with the pastor who then assisted me in leading the Macarena along with a horde of middle-aged Baptist men and women who rocked my socks out on the dance floor. Good times, good times.