I came to my sister's rescue yesterday morning when she was short a volunteer in the church nursery. It's been a while, but having spent over 10 years of my life caring for other people's children, I thought I was fairly comfortable handling infants.
Apparently, I've lost some of my knowledge about babies. Like, what they can do at certain ages.
So there I was. I was holding a (3-4 mo. old) baby who looked more like a mini- Jabba-the-Hut with his sextuple chin (seriously, half the kid's body weight was distributed in his face). Another baby requested my attention so I figured: "I'll put this little marshmallow man in this Exersaucer contraption while I tend to this little grublet." As soon as I put Stay-Puff in the seat, BAM- his head lobbed forward.
One- I don't blame you for not being able to hold up your own giant head, baby.
Two- Boy, am I rusty on this whole childcare thing.
Thank God my reflexes were quick because otherwise, he would be sporting the imprint of a barnyard animal on his mega-sized forehead today.
On a related note, does anyone need a babysitter for evenings or weekends? It appears as though I need the practice.