She wrangled for a casting yesterday.
She wishes she had taken ibuprofen around 3. She is sore. She did not work out in the morning because she knew her job would be a workout, but did not anticipate THAT much of a workout.
She estimates she squatted 100, maybe 200 times yesterday.
She finds baby's behaviors and parent's behaviors and the energy of those little beings endlessly fascinating. In just a few minutes, one learns so much about what's going on in these little peoples' lives.
Stand-out moments from yesterday:
The wiggliest baby she has ever met.
A mom who whispered in her young baby's ear: If you don't smile, I'm going to beat you.
A mom demonstrating blowing in her baby's face to make her laugh and her breath smelling like smoke.
Banana Lemonade for Lunch.
The baby with a ring, bracelet, two earrings, necklace, and the other baby with two ankle bracelets...one on each.
The cuddlers. She loves it when they just settle in to her shoulder.
She's sure there are more to list, but she's still feeling fried from all the madness. She thinks she peed once all day and it took at least 45 minutes to eat her sandwich as she had a bight between babies. But her panini was good, from Swich. She actually took a shower when she got home, first time EVER that she has showered after wrangling...that's how hard she worked!
Her girls came by during the last hour, and the big news was that Phoebe ate a chocolate-covered fried cricket. She thought, hmmm...maybe she needs to be at home more.