Our cousins, Jamie and Arsella, came to Nashville this weekend for the Titans game. They have a baby, Cayden, that for obvious reasons can’t go to the Titans game.  We babysat said baby.  I don’t know what age he is but he can barely sit up, walk or not puke if that gives you an idea.

Note: I call the little guy Chester.

Chester gave Heather and me a crash course on babysitting.  Heather was a babysitter through high school so she gets it but me on the other hand….I’m not as clued in to the whole baby deal.  Now, I do understand where babies come from and the whole “birds and the bees” idea but that doesn’t begin to cover what went down on Saturday.

So here is how it went….

1. He slept.
2. He cried
3. He puked
4. He ate
5. I went to Guitarcenter
6. He puked
7. He slept
8. He cried
9. He flipped out when he saw his bottle. (apparently this is normal behavior for him because he was just excited).
10. He ate
11. He puked
12. He cried

I respect anyone who can puke that much in one day.  Really, that is something to be proud of.

Somehow everything I did that initially made him smile would end up making him cry.  I must have played guitar and sung (his parents said he loves singing) to this little guy for an hour only to end with more tears.  I have no idea how you can possibly be ready to have a baby.

I don’t even know what else to say.  My head still hurts.