Babysitters, Blow-outs, and Baseball

Poor Will!  He had his first babysitting experience yesterday afternoon for a few hours, as I had to go into school for some reading training.  Unfortunately, this first experience coincided with a first experience for Nick as well:  his first blow-out diaper.  I don't know who to feel sorrier for:  the teenagers who used a box and a half of wipes to clean the baby up, because they are not yet allowed to bathe him, or the baby who didn't get bathed after the disgusting experience for another hour.  Thankfully it happened near the end of the sitting session.  I still remember the first time I babysat an infant.  She was about Nick's age, and during their nap time, her three year old sister sidled into her room and slathered her in Vick's Vaporub.  On her face!  

On a happier note, Jim has been in NYC this week for a trade show, and a client took him to a Mets game.  We even saw him while watching the game at home.  A Philly hit a foul ball into right field, right into his section!  He didn't retrieve the ball, and he looked like a MANIAC super-excited fan, so I guess I'll go ahead and claim him as ours.  The boys were so excited to see him there having fun.  They immediately called him to tell him they had seen him.  He called them again in the 8th inning when they were playing Meet the Mets, and he and his friend were up on the Jumbo-tron, singing and swaying arm-in-arm.  Only a baseball game could bring out this side of my husband!  And to top the night off, happily, the Mets won game 1 in this series.  WooHoo!  Let's go, Mets!