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  • Give This Girl Best Babysitter Award

    adventures in babysitting

    We often cover stories of babysiters who do less-than-responsible things, like leave the kids in their care alone or give them alcohol or other unsavory stuff. So it seems only right--and a welcome break--to report on a babysitter who definitely deserves a medal and a raise, as well as unrestricted access to the contents of the fridge.

    So what did this girl do that makes her such a star? She fought off a would-be kidnapper who tried to snatch the three-year-old girl in her care...

     

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  • Too Much Childcare? It Happens.

    Our babysitter went and got a job. A real job. How could she? What about our needs?

    Sure, we hardly ever used her. And only on evenings, usually on the weekends. Do you think she had better stuff to do besides hanging out at our unexciting, tiny house? 

    What about when the opposite happens ...

     

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  • The Babysitter Of The Future Here Today

    For thousands of years Moms and Dads have looked for creative babysitting solutions that would enable them a few hours of relaxing smoochy boochy down time together away from the kids for anything from a Brontosaurus Burger to a game of Scattergories and couple bottles of wine with friends. Some of these solutions in hindsight may not have been the safest of arrangements like entrusting the children to a domesticated pet dinosaur, the Little Drummer Boy, Robin William’s in drag or Elisabeth Shue, but every so often an idea comes along that is so brilliant in its simplicity it makes you kick yourself for not coming up with it first.

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  • Sittercity Rocks! Er...Rules! Um...We Like It!

    doubtfireI have a secret to divulge: my kids have only been with a babysitter once. In their lives. Ever. (except with The Ex, but that's another story)

    But day before yesterday, I had occasion to need a babysitter. For the next day. And then I was incredibly glad that Strollerderby had received a promotional email from Sittercity. So being the naturally curious blogger that I am, I investigated, and here's what I found:

     

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  • Bad Babysitter: The Other Worst Nightmare

    ginAs Karen pointed out in her post on the daycare that disciplined toddlers using tacks (pause to gag in horror), leaving your child in the care of someone else is a nerve-wracking proposition. Of course babysitters are included in that, and we've seen some wretched childcare stories. But when the babysitter is a relative, like say, the grandmother, it's ugh and more ugh. In this case, a grandma who thought the legal drinking age ought to be nine years old.

    Well, actually it's worse than that.

     

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  • Nannies and Mommies: What's Real and What's Just Hollywood?

    The Nanny Diaries opened at the end of last week.  While this might seem like a late and lame attempt to be timely, when you consider that I, like gazillions of other parents, won't see it until it is moved from the New Releases section of Netflix into its appropriate category banishment, I am really quite ahead of schedule. And although I didn't quite get around to reading the book it is based on either, I am curious to see if there is any magic reality written into the relationship of mother and nanny.

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  • My Kids Aren't Invited? Then I'm Not Coming to Your Party

     cocktail partyMy kids attend a Waldorf school that, like many Waldorf schools that struggle somewhat financially and strive to provide education that's within the reach of families in various financial circumstances, relies heavily on fundraising throughout the year to make ends meet. So the annual benefit auction is a big deal. The first few years we were with the school, the auctions were child-friendly: after all, the auction was, in essence, *for* the kids, in a way, as the money received went directly to the school and providing materials and eduction for them. My kids loved the magical atmosphere and flitted from room to room, sampling delicious food and reporting on important items that they wanted me to bid on in the hopes we would win them and take them home.  We all looked forward to the auction all year.

    Then the auction committee decided to make it an adult-only event and discouraged children from attending. It felt like some of the heart went out of the event for me then, and it became yet-another chi-chi occasion of the sort I avoided anyway, chock-full of people wearing clothes they normally wouldn't, laughing too loudly and generally not being themselves. Not having a babysitter handy, I stayed home that first year. The second year of adult-only I stayed home out of protest. It wasn't fun anymore, not for me.

    I guess this is a sensitive issue and it's being pondered over at The Wall Street Journal: while I'd never insist that my kids attend a gathering and would never knowingly taken them where they weren't wanted, I agree that if my kids aren't invited it's likely I'll stay home. I have taken them places where they were ostensibly and grudgingly welcomed, and none of us were comfortable. So why bother?

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  • Babysitter Tips And Tricks

    When I was in junior high school, I was babysitting newborns for a dollar an hour. My, how times have changed. Depending on where you live, you might be lucky to find a high school kid who'll take less than ten bucks an hour, if you can find a high school kid at all. Around here, people seem to lean toward using off-duty or former nannies, whose qualifications are stellar but who charge up the yin-yang. I had plenty of time to ponder this while I sifted through ads on Craigslist and set up interviews trying to find the right person to watch Tivo at my house all evening while my kids sleep, in exchange for more money per hour than I made as an operations manager for an internet startup. Yeah, we don't go out much.

    In honor of National Babysitting Safety Day, which was Sunday and the existence of which I should probably be less surprised, Denise over at BlogHer put together a great little roundup of sites that can help you get over the hump and out of the house. If you don't mind paying as much for the chance to get out together for pizza and a movie as you would have paid for dinner at a three-star restaurant back in the old days, that is.


    Posted May 15 2007, 05:02 PM by Patti with | with 1 comment(s)
  • Lock Away the Kids and Try the "Wall Kiss" ... If You Dare

    By now you've blackmailed an unsuspecting teenager into babysitting. You've made dinner reservations. Maybe you've bought some jewelry, some roses, a bottle of wine. You're ready to spend some quality time with your spouse while your kids get high on sugar and late-night TV. You're ready for Valentine's Day ... at least you thought so.

    Mom blogger Susie J. recounts the so many ways I don't know how to say I love you. "Behind the Veil" -- a kiss that involves a sandbox. The wall kiss, movie star kiss, the hot breath kiss, cherry kiss, mafia kiss. I need to start renting better porn or go back to middle school, because none of these are ringing any bells.

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  • Where Do You Hide Your (Blank) When the Babysitter Comes Over?

    lock boxValentine's Day is coming up and that might mean that you and your partner get to sneak away for a little winey-diney while a babysitter watches the kids. And you know what that means. 

    When I was a teenage babysitter, I snooped the shit outta some houses. I tossed places like a DEA agent looking for llello. Now that I am old enough to have a teenage babysitter of my own (but not so old that I've forgotten what teenage babysitters do as soon as the adults leave), you best believe that my (blank) is locked up tight.

    No, it's not under the mattress or in a coat pocket or in the freezer. My (blank) is definitely not in any drawer or in the medicine cabinet. In fact, my (blank) may not even be in the house. Maybe I keep my (blank) off-site, and retrieve it when needed.

    If my babysitter were to snoop, she'd find my X@n@x, my birth control, and a bottle of marked vodka, but my (blank) is safe.  Where do you stash your (blank) on date-night?

     



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