We had a sit down with Baxter and explained a few things. You know, increased responsibilities that come with being the big brother like making bottles, changing a newborn diaper (and his own?), learning how to mix daddy the perfect martini - the usual kid stuff. We also talked about how there will be more mouths to feed and things will be a little tighter around the house. He had the brilliant idea of perhaps picking up a job, just a few hours here and there, to help out with things. I'm thinking "thank bejeebus!" - because I sure as hell don't want to go back to work! ;)
He tried his hand at a couple things this Saturday. First, the daddies had hair appointments anyhow so he was able to give working the front desk a go:
Baxter was great at the front desk and definitely got people smiling when they came in. Jeff and I were both "wow free babysitting! This is perfect." But then when you figure the cost per haircut per hour it's actually probably the most expensive babysitting you could find - so forget that. Plus, while well intentioned I'm sure, Mari and the salon owners will only speak to him in Italian. That's obviously a good thing, but I have been busting my ass trying to get this kid to say Da-Da. If his first word turns out to be cappu-freakin-cino I'm going to be hella pissed.
After the salon Baxter went to Jeff's office with him to catch up on a few things that can really only get done on the weekend when the phone isn't ringing. While I'm sure it is typically very productive for Jeff at the office on a Saturday without coworkers asking questions / interupting I am just not sure how much work actually got done judging by the text message photos that were coming to me at the rate of about 3 per minute.
Later I texted these pics to my mom and she's replying "Let him fulfill his destiny and be a baby model! That's a much easier job, my grandbaby shouldn't have to work too hard for a living!" To which I'm all "Good lord lady, quit telling this kid how good looking he is. That's what you did to me and look how I turned out!"
Cheers-
K
He tried his hand at a couple things this Saturday. First, the daddies had hair appointments anyhow so he was able to give working the front desk a go:
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| "No Mari, YOU greet the clients. I'm supposed to take a look at this computer / scheduling thing and figure out why you Italians are always running 20 minutes behind the rest of us." |
Baxter was great at the front desk and definitely got people smiling when they came in. Jeff and I were both "wow free babysitting! This is perfect." But then when you figure the cost per haircut per hour it's actually probably the most expensive babysitting you could find - so forget that. Plus, while well intentioned I'm sure, Mari and the salon owners will only speak to him in Italian. That's obviously a good thing, but I have been busting my ass trying to get this kid to say Da-Da. If his first word turns out to be cappu-freakin-cino I'm going to be hella pissed.
After the salon Baxter went to Jeff's office with him to catch up on a few things that can really only get done on the weekend when the phone isn't ringing. While I'm sure it is typically very productive for Jeff at the office on a Saturday without coworkers asking questions / interupting I am just not sure how much work actually got done judging by the text message photos that were coming to me at the rate of about 3 per minute.
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| "Pshaw - this 'office work' you do every day is a breeze dad. Are you hiring?" |
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| "I am the master of health care policy! I negotiate with my smile and they cave instantly." Jeff is seriously considering bringing his prop, I mean son, down to Capitol Hill as a lobbying tool. |
Later I texted these pics to my mom and she's replying "Let him fulfill his destiny and be a baby model! That's a much easier job, my grandbaby shouldn't have to work too hard for a living!" To which I'm all "Good lord lady, quit telling this kid how good looking he is. That's what you did to me and look how I turned out!"
Cheers-
K
