Babysitting

So I'm sitting here at someone else's desk writing on the blog I just made this morning.

I'm waiting for the girl I'm babysitting (Macie) to decide she wants to get up and is done laying in bed. I realize that when I refer to my last blog post, this situation correspons pretty closely to my situation earlier.

We have somehthing in common, this 2 year old and I. We don't want to get up once we're down.

I'm listening to one of her toys being played with over and over as it makes noises when she pushes certain buttons on it's body. The babymonitor is bringing forth no sound that comes from the child's mouth, only sounds that emminate from the loud toy she is occupying herself with.

Putting this topic aside, it's fun to talk with all those words that make my sentences more complicated. It'd probably drive my family nuts trying to read this blog, as I've been taught to keep it simple. I hate keeping it simple. I like to feel smart and put words that clutter up my sentences. :D

Is this a disorder of my own? No Idea. (another smiley face should be inserted here)

There goes the toy again:

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYandZ now I know my ABC's next time won't you sing with me...

Still no sound comes from the two year old upstairs.

I am out of things to ramble on about.

Maybe I'll go check facebook again...

Lizzimae