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#Babysit
jjinggxx101 · 4 months
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Diaper Duty
He’s teaching Marcy how to change the baby’s nappy incase the little baby dirties himself when Simon’s not there. There’s no more diapers in the apocalypse so they have to make do with what they have.
See more content on my Patreon and/or fanbox. you can suggest me thing to draw there hehe
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fake-myth · 26 days
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Finally got reminded why I chose to babysit over literally any other money making method.
I was talking to a five year old I sit and I noticed that his nails were painted, so like any reasonable person I told him how much I loved his pink nails and that I thought he picked a good color. And this little boy looks at me and goes " it's not pink. It's raspbery" (note at that age he can barely pronounce raspberry so x2 cuteness)
I may have only babysat for this family once but I would die for that little boy.
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ochipi · 9 months
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I have had an eczema flair up in my face and now the youngest of my babysit kids asked my if I “have smallpox on my face”.
That hurts
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Hello! If you’re in the Cambridge, Ontario area and need a babysitter this summer, please consider us! We’re looking to babysit this summer and it would mean a lot if you consider us for babysitting!!
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townytowncomics · 1 year
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The only practical difference between a security guard and house-sitter is whether the building is residential or commercial in nature. 🤔
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megafunk · 8 months
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Sno is a Syllkheret, so he naturally has a very fatherly/brotherly bond with syllks. Outside of canon, I imagine that caretaker syllks would often dump "special" syllk cubs into his care, either until they get better or pass away. Olive is one of such cubs. She was too weak to leave her egg sac and the caretaker syllk feared that this meant that she'd be underdeveloped. Olive's egg sac was delivered to Sno and he took over her care from then onward. Luckily, as it turns out nothing was wrong with Olive, she just needed a bit more time to cook haha As you can she see is doing just fine and loves ice cream. Sno had to make the carrier himself, though nobody has complimented yet. I think that the ice cream place people are too confused by the wriggling little syllk to notice anything else
Questions? My askbox is open :D
I put lemon pie as one of the flavors because I tried it once and it was heavenly.
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girlyjesusfreak · 4 months
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Girlhood is missing the baby you used to babysit because she started elementary school
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patrickbennettphoto · 2 months
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A Tale of a Stay at Home Grandfather
Babysitting a 2.5 year old for several days really shows your age…
With Sookie (the dog) standing and staring at me for some time I finally decide to get her a treat, peanut butter and snack stuffed red rubber thingy. I ask Margot (2.5 yr old grand daughter) if she’d be interested in helping me create this tasty treat for Sookie. The ensuing screaming lasts for maybe an hour (1-2 min) jabbering out some sort of word salad that it seems only she knows the meaning of. Throwing herself on the floor, stretching out like a kitten in belly rub mode, though not quiet as one, I ask her over and over, “What is it that you want?” I make out the word “blankie” I think. She calms briefly until I inquire, “Do you want me to go get your blankie?” The screaming resumes post haste. Finally she seems to figure out that mere words, as she seems to think they are, will not make her dreams come true with me so she makes the universal “pick me up” gesture and I obey, still inquiring, incorrectly, about the blankie thing which reinvigorates the screaming. Now, at least, that is accompanied with pointing so I assume she wants to help get the peanut butter for Sookie. Another misstep in communication as she screams when I go to open the door concealing the snacks Sookie can only dream of having the ability to point at. With fingers pointed in the opposite direction, and a nearly undecipherable “in there” coming from her quivering lips I open a drawer revealing the little plastic tops that go on those squeezie plastic pouches I’ve often seen her devour. Noooo, she screams pointing slightly to the right. As I open that drawer revealing this time all of the silverware and a spattering of plastic ware in smaller dimensions I decipher a distinct “that one” and as I pick up a blue plastic baby spoon she sputters, “and that one.” 
You want two spoons? 
Yeah.
One blue and one red?
Yeah.
If I’d collected the tears she’d shed to this point I could’ve thrown back a shot by now.
She grabs both spoons with one hand and now she’s pointing, with her empty fingers, toward the cabinets at the opposite end of the kitchen. I move across the floor, babe in arms, opening the doors and there lies the peanut butter that I know is not fit for the dog. I take it out and she now, in very decipherable English, “two spoons” and I fill, mostly, first the red then the blue with peanut butter wondering where she learned that these were Sookie spoons and not Margot spoons. I’m soon made aware that all of this commotion had little, or nothing, to do with Sookie and her little red rubber chewy toy with a pb & snack hidey hole and everything to do with a late afternoon toddler snack of two peanut butters and a delivery dude. Back on the couch she licks the red spoon like a lollipop as I head back to the task that I originally surmised she’d want to give assistance to. By the time I’ve filled the red rubber snack toy of joy for Sookie and set myself into the chair she mutters, “more” without taking her eyes off the pups of Paw Patrol.
You want more?
Yeah.
You still have some on the red spoon.
Blank stare at Paw Patrol.
I make the journey to the far end of the kitchen to fill the red spoon returning to see the blue spoon still fully loaded.
Interrupted yet again with “more” as I make the journey from her snuggled space on the couch to the far end of the kitchen to fill the spoon yet again with her elixir of the afternoon, peanut butter, alternating between the blue spoon and the red spoon wondering if she’ll ever get her fill. I’ve left the peanut butter open on the counter top at the far end of the kitchen as this may be the only meaningful exercise I get all day.
The nose of Sookie again pokes around my computer screen as I attempt to type out this prose still alternating trips between red, then blue. After some 7-33 trips I finally am asked for more with this time needing to fill two at the same time. Upon returning with the goodies I asker if she wants the blue spoon or the red spoon.
Both.
I know that but do you want the red spoon first or the blue spoon?
Yeah.
Ok, here’s the red spoon, I’ll put the blue spoon in the bowl. Later I would be alerted to her helping me out by returning the blue spoon to the kitchen, back to the drawer of its’ origins. Complete with Sookie hair stuck to it.
We seem to be on the same page. For now… 
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In her own world, on her own street.
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drdomo-gem · 2 months
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Season 3 American Roadtrip with baby Jesus?? Please?
Inspired by this post of the wonderfully confusing signs of rural America from @scottishmushroom
**Edit: Part 2
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junkyarddemento · 5 months
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MIDNIGHT SNACK
No, that's not a young Heather Matarazzo. I'm pretty positive, I think. Margaret Leisenheimer stars as the babysitter in over her head of what she thinks is just a couple hours watching a child for some money. Filmmaker Bill Crossland is able to establish a retro vibe for his story, something that feels like it came from the 1970s or 1980s. The monster actually looks scary which, you'd be surprised how many films aren't able to hit.
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carrotzcake · 5 months
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I have to babysit tonight from 5-10pm. that should get me through the worst of any b/p urges. hopefully I can get my sleep schedule back on track.
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littlesdaycare · 6 months
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Welcome to the daycare!
This is an agere daycare for anyone who needs it!
I am clown but you can call me
•Clown
•papa
my pronouns are he/they
I can answer asks in the afternoons on weekdays from 3-8 and on weekends from 7:15-8
This is a SFW blog so dni if, nsfw, kink, pedo
(this will be updated)
Anon list:
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fake-myth · 4 months
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I let the 3 year old i babysit 'make me pretty'
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layzeal · 6 months
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ok I'm curious so put in the tags what country you are from and whether or not you own/use a rice cooker
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meandtheyeehaws · 7 months
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they got the quievies after this
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lilislegacy · 24 days
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*future percabeth staring at their baby*
percy: sooo… you think he’s got powers?
annabeth: hard to say. he’s young. it’s definitely too early to tell.
percy: *slowly moves crossword puzzle towards baby*
annabeth: percy! our 2 week old is not going to be able to do a crossword!
percy: hey you never know! he has your hair. we could have a little genius!
annabeth: seaweed brain he doesn’t even realize he has hands yet!
*a few minutes later*
annabeth: *looks around to make sure percy isn’t in the room*
annabeth whispering: okay sweetie, you see this cup of water? show mommy if you can make something happen!
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