Ready for a Saturday

It doesn't seem like my life should be too busy, but I certainly feel like it is!  I had a good reminder today from a friend to take it easier on myself and not expect myself to adjust to so many changes in a short time.  I'll work on it.

Between meeting with a group for my current class, running some errands, and writing up my weekly assignment for the class, I had four hours of Anna time!

She entertained herself with my sandals.

Just too sweet.

A slight pouty moment

And she decided the most fun toy she has is the tissue box,
which she proceeded to empty and refill several times.

This was a more challenging babysit for me, since it was longer, and I had a headache.  But she was a good little girl for the most part.  She wasn't happy with anything I wanted to feed her though, and I did end up wearing a little bit of apple sauce.  Thanks to those fast little baby arms, my reflexes are improving!  As soon as her mommy walked through the door, Anna was all smiles and reaching for her.  I'm telling myself that was purely because she loves her mommy so much, and not because she was so desperate to be saved from me!

My other entertainment today came in the form a phone call.  I had two calls from the same number.  I answered the second call, saying, "This is Hope."  A guy responded, "What?"  I repeated, "This is Hope."  "Help?" "NO.  This is HOPE."  The guy said, "I think I have the wrong number."  I've been getting lots of calls for the woman who had the number before me.  I figured maybe he was trying to reach her and I could let him know she didn't have this number anymore.  Still, I don't entirely know why, but I asked, "Who are you trying to reach?"

 His reply to my question was, "I don't know her name.  I only know her screen-name."

Ooooookay then.  I responded, "Yes, you definitely have the wrong number.  Goodbye."

Completely unrelated story: The other day, I was behind an SUV and I could see a little pony-tailed head bobbing in the middle of the back seat.  I assumed it was a child in a car-seat.  The ponytail started bouncing quite vigorously.  I thought, "Wow, that kid must be hyper!"  Then a golden retriever poked his/her head out of the window and I realized it wasn't a pony tail, but a "puppy" tail instead, attached to a very happy dog on a car ride!