Leaving Sam behind

I forgot to post that the other night we had an event that, for me, was a big deal. Bill’s big brother, Donnie, offered to take Bill and I to the Braves opening game (thank you Donnie!) and so we left Sam in the hands of a babysitter for the first time and went out without our precious little beastie.

We’ve only been able to spend a handful of times alone together since we had Sam and those times were when we were in England and my parents were able to watch him for us. Leaving him with someone who isn’t related was a bit of a major leap for me, even though it was with a very good friend and not an unknown babysitter.

Laura, aka Martha Screw-It, was the crazy lady who volunteered to spend an evening rolling around the floor with my delightful little monster. Thank you so very much Martha!

The evening started off teetering with me in a bit of a panic. I’d had everything under control. The house was clean, Sam was in his jammies, his spaghetti dinner was in front of him and I was ready to receive Martha. All I had to do was freshen up myself and I was good to go. Then Sam lifted his sippy cup and the lid fell off as he put it to his lips, shocking him with a torrent of orange juice.

He freaked out, his dinner went flying onto the carpet and he became an instant sticky mess of furious tears. Martha arrived, shortly followed by Bill, and found a frazzled me having to give Sam a bath, wash the dirty patch on the carpet and try to come up with a cunning back up plan for his dinner. Aargh!

She was great though, I managed to sort myself out and soon a clean Sam was happily playing with her. I’m not even sure he really noticed when Bill and I left.

The baseball game was good, not exactly a romantic night out for the two of us, but it was super to be able to enjoy each others company for the evening without being mummy and daddy.

We did end up leaving before the game was over though as we worried about Martha and how she and Sam were doing. We really needn’t have fretted though as when we arrived home both she and Sam were fast asleep. Sam was tucked up in his bed, and Martha was passed out on the sofa! She said she put Sam to bed at eight, he snuggled down, said “night night,” and soon after they both floated away to dreamland.

The next day Martha reported that:

“Sam was awesome last night…a couple of times I thought he was on the edge of a tantrum but quickly recovered.

One cute moment he was standing at the window…saying mummy, daddy, mummy, daddy…almost singing. We played trains and ball and put together the puzzle, he even helped put away his toys before bed. I couldn’t get him to say Martha though…maybe next time. I was glad you came home to a house in (mostly) one piece.”

4 Responses to Leaving Sam behind

  1. Anonymous April 14, 2008 at 3:26 pm #

    I’m Crazy?

    You guys are the ones that left you child with a woman named Screw-it? I figured, it wasn’t such a big deal since you have a replacement on the way in case anything happend, lol.

    I enjoyed myself…let me know if you require my services again. Maybe next time you can have a romantic evening out.

  2. Anonymous April 14, 2008 at 3:26 pm #

    I’m Crazy?

    You guys are the ones that left you child with a woman named Screw-it? I figured, it wasn’t such a big deal since you have a replacement on the way in case anything happend, lol.

    I enjoyed myself…let me know if you require my services again. Maybe next time you can have a romantic evening out.

  3. ashridge April 15, 2008 at 9:09 pm #

    Hoorah! Let’s hear it for Martha! Pip-ray, Pip-ray, Pip-ray

  4. ashridge April 15, 2008 at 9:09 pm #

    Hoorah! Let’s hear it for Martha! Pip-ray, Pip-ray, Pip-ray

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