Monday, June 6, 2011

Why The Phone Never Rang

Calvin unearthed this little gem from my parents' toy room. It was my standard issue babysitting box that all girls in the 1980s received from church. This handy little pre-teen briefcase was to be personalized to be cute and inviting! Because a Merrie Miss knows that a great babysitting box makes a positive first impression. And many positive impressions can lead to steady babysitting gigs and that means lots of quarters and great practice for being a mother when you turn 18.


So let's look at why I was only ever asked to babysit per family one time.

I mean, sure. I picked the box's theme to be "Fall Guy".

And probably the only decorating I did was lazily placing some stickers..... of burning police cars......
But also some water ski moves! He's wearing a helmet because safety first....
Uh oh!

And then there's also the part where I sectioned off the two sides of the tote to be gender-specific.

The girls side:
-Barbies
-Police Play (?)
-Ponys
-Barbie (Just making sure we're covered with the Barbies)
-Close (Clothes?)


The boys side:
-Books
-Legos
-Gun
-Police

Even though the babysitting career was short lived, I feel like I learned what I needed to to be a good mom. And when Calvin is dressed in his close, sitting on the floor playing with his gun and police, and we decide to go hang from a cliff together, I won't let go of that rope until Colt Seavers comes in a burning police car to the rescue.

4 comments:

flem-fam said...

Hey Jenna,

I'm just running to Target, do you need me to pick anything up for you?

Tiffany

julie said...

That is just funny! I guess in the branch I grew up in they didn't expect us to be good mothers because we never made babysitting boxes. My poor kids...

Alissa said...

Jenna...I laugh out loud every time I read your blog. Are you in Utah? I'd love to get together sometime, dinner or lunch/park+Karisa and Benjamin?

ali said...

this kills me. i have fond memories of my babysitting box. though mine usually came home fuller than it was when I left because I usually came home with yummy food from my employers' homes. you know...all the stuff my parents would never buys us: pop tarts, fruit snacks, granola bars...the usual fare.