First Day of Play

I had my first day of babysitting with the 'new family.' The six year-old, Jan (Yan), is a real sweet kid. Lots of energy, pretty quick, and an easy talker. He speaks English at school, so there is no problem with communication there. We're already buddies. The three year-old, Karoline, is more outgoing than her brother, but pretty easy-going, for a three year-old. She speaks German (the family's language) and has learned Danish in day care here. Jan functions as a translator for the two of us, and Karloline seems satisfied with the situation for the moment. She's still deciding if I'm ok.

Today was beautiful, so we went to the park. Actually, we did a "park crawl," and actually hit every playground in the area- four in two hours. I now understand, "Come chase me!" in German, although I can't quite say it correctly. I was having a great time, until I remembered that I'm sick. Here I am, 31 years-old, playing hide-and-seek with two little kids, and I was having so much fun I'd forgotten that I'm getting over a cold. I only remembered as the sky started to spin and I realized I couldn't quite count out loud, since I'd lost my voice. Just call me Ms. Responsibility!

Luckily, it was just about time for us to head in anyway. I'm really paying for my afternoon out. I can barely croak. But I'm looking forward to Thursday already. Hopefully I'll recover before then.