Gentlemen, ladies, small ferret in the corner wearing a top hat for some reason: thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I think you’ll find the business opportunity I’m about to present to you today demonstrates impressive ROI and KPI, not to mention PEI, LOL and YMCA.
To begin: what does everyone want? Yes, a peaceful resolution to the conflict in Ukraine. A drive-thru laundromat? Less universal but also a good answer. The last three years of our lives back? Can’t argue with that.
What I’m thinking of, though, is serenity. We are all looking for peace. Something to take our minds off the worries of life and the inescapable realization that everyone in politics was once either the wedgie-er or the wedgie-ee. And so I give you: baby sitting.
No, not “babysitting.” Not looking after someone else’s kid in exchange for a few lousy bucks and some syphoned booze from the liquor cabinet. I mean literally sitting with babies.
Let me back up: this business plan came to me not long after the birth of my granddaughter. I can tell just by saying the word “granddaughter” that you want to see pictures of my granddaughter. Don’t worry, they’re right here on my phone. No, it won’t take any time at all. There she is there. And there. Oh, here’s a good one. Now, here’s a video of her rolling onto her tummy at eight months. Well, almost rolling. Watch, she gets so close… almost… almost… Ooo! But nope…
[Seven minutes later]
And that’s how long my daughter’s labour was. Anyway, you get the idea. Did I mention our granddaughter lives with us full-time? I did? Twice? Yes, her grandmother and I are very hands on, or, more relevant to the topic at hand, laps on. We spend a lot of time with our granddaughter just sitting on our laps, because, really, what else are you going to do with a baby? In doing so, I’ve noted a marked increase in well-being, calm and drool on my tie.
So the plan is, you sign up for a baby sitting service – let’s call it “The Baby Sitters Club” – and you’re assigned a baby, say a nine-month-old, maybe a baby who’s just starting to verbalize but hasn’t really discovered free will, because that shit ruins everything! And then you sit.
Oh no, “sit” is just a general term. As you can see in this PowerPoint written entirely in font, I’ve broken a baby sitting session down to its key components:
- General rocking
- General gurgling
- Booping (“Booping” is a technical term whereby one takes one’s index finger and boops the baby on the nose. Tummies may also be booped.)
- Admiring the teeny-tininess of fingers
- Admiring the strength of teeny-tiny fingers when they latch onto your beard and/or earring
- Playing “What Can We Put in Our Mouths”
- More snuggles
- Tickle Time!
- Pretending to eat toes, fingers, ears; general nibbling, actually
- Pooping (usually performed by the baby but optional for the baby sitter as well)
At this point, with the pooping, the baby sitter would likely pass the baby off to her parent. Because that’s the thing: you can’t do this with your own baby. No, that would make you responsible. How can you relax when you’re responsible? How can you be serene sitting with a baby knowing they might very well grow up to be one of those adults who confuses “freedom” with “convenience”? No, you may love this baby more than anything but it’s not your baby.
What’s that? Yes, it’s true, the prototype for my venture has been my own granddaughter, and, yes, she does carry one-quarter of my genes. There’s an affinity, you could say, a strong affinity. I love her to bits. So, yes, I admit our baby sitting trials to date have been exclusively with what is clearly the brightest, most amazing, certainly the most gorgeous baby in existence. Here, let me show you some pictures…
Fine! Settle down! (I’ll text them to you later.) I’ll grant you, there is the strong likelihood that some babies will be less stellar than my granddaughter and therefore less soothing. I bet some babies are real jerks. You, sir, I can imagine your baby being a real piece of work. And you, madam, I bet that ferret in the top hat is better looking than your baby. Oh, that is your baby! My mistake.
I can see by your expressions that you won’t be investing in my baby sitting scheme today. In fact, you all look incredibly tense. Would you like to book some time with my granddaughter? I’ll bet you’ll… lap it up.
I’ll show myself out.
I like the abstract you did for this on the LinkedIn post, combined with the photo. It’s a striking combo! And that Jokerman font, whoo daddy.
If I’m not trolling LinkedIn, what’s even the point? And Jokerman took some doing!
I really enjoyed that. Thank you! Great to have you back here on my doorstep in a plastic bag I can reuse for dog poop.
That feels like an apt description of the current WordPress. I have 10,000 “followers” and so far 14 reads. That’s, um, not a good percentage…
I’ll admit to gnawing doubts – – does the finger in mouth mean it’s Teething Time? In my (admittedly limited) experience of Adventures in Sitting with Babysitters, that is not a soothing time. But you’re looking convincingly blissed-out as a granddad, Ross.
She’s coasting through the teething. Happiest baby ever.
Your joy is on display in this one. And it is contagious. Congratulations on finding your bliss with your granddaughter. May you and she always feel that way in each others company and more.
She’s all right, I guess. Kidding! Love her!
I did not even know you have a grandchild. Your sweet little bundle of laughter will not need drinking tips for a long time to come, I guess.
Ha! Oh, Fran, how I missed you.
I bet you say that to everyone 😆
True, but with you I’m sincere!
I never really understood the “Love is being a grandparent” bumpersticker until I had kids, then quickly realized “I’ll be so much better at this with THEIR kids some day.” Still not there yet but am content (for now) living the grand-parenting, aka baby sitting, life vicariously through you, my friend. I’d say “enjoy!” but clearly you’re already sitting on that.
All I can think of is the longtime readers who thought, “Thank God his kids are grown up…” And then I unleash this!
Hahaha! It’s the smart bomb of mushy love stuff.
Lovely, just plain, lovely. How to find peace and be in the moment! Know the feeling too well. Would that it could last forever. eh?
Congratulations! She’s adorable.