Monday August 14th, 2017

The exercise:

Write about: the babysitter.

Took the boys to the park for the first time in a long time this morning. So nice to have fresh air to breathe again.

It was quite busy, which wasn't at all surprising, but not overly so. Miles had fun walking around and going on the swing and Max was climbing here, there, and everywhere.

I wish I wasn't writing this Tuesday night so that I could be more enthusiastic about the lack of smoke. You'll understand when I get Tuesday's post published.

Oh, before I forget - aiming for Wednesday for the yearlong prompt. Might be a bit ambitious for my first day back at work, but I'm going to try.

Mine:

"Um... is your brother allowed to play with that?"

"With what? Oh, yeah, that's fine."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Mommy says he can have it as long as it keeps him out of the kitchen when she's trying to make dinner."

"Oh. I see."

"You can call her if you don't believe me."

"No! It's not that. I trust you."

"What's the problem then?"

"I'm just... I don't know... I'm not super comfortable with the way he's swinging that mace around the house..."

Monday November 15th, 2010

The exercise:

I'm back in Osoyoos, to bring you: the babysitter.

While we were in Vancouver we were staying with Kat's friend Susi. Susi and her husband have a little boy named Owen (yes, that's where the king's name came from) who turned two yesterday. He is adorable. Anyway, we spent some time watching him to give his parents a little break, so that's where the prompt came from.

Did more writing that I expected to over the weekend, but I'm still working on today's portion. Will update once all three days have been posted.

Update: here you go - day thirteen is here. Day fourteen is here. And today's writing is right around here.

These are really the first few chapters that I didn't properly look over before posting, so please let me know if you see anything terribly amiss.

Mine:

"Harold and I went out for dinner and a movie last night."

"Oh, how nice! Who did you get to watch the kids?"

"You know Darlene, the Sutter's daughter?"

"Oh yes, lovely girl. Did your boys like her?"

"Well, I think they would've liked her better if she didn't take her job title quite so literally."