B and I babysat FuturePope, the four-week old of Rower One and Rower Two tonight. After a lovely dinner with them, we swapped cars, sent the Rowers off to a concert, and we had sole charge of the petite enfant. I almost had a heart attack, even though she was sleeping in her car seat and we were exactly a half block from her parents. Being in charge of a very new baby is *scary*!
I am pleased to report we did not drop her, we did not poison her, we did not let the dogs lick her (too much), and we managed to change her diaper. I have no idea why her poo was bright green. But it wasn’t our fault. (Apparently it’s supposed to be??) Anyhow, the little munchkin showed she had excellent taste by snuggling down in her fleece sling and falling asleep against B’s chest for about an hour and a half. FuturePope has good taste in men.