She used to be Lifeguard Barbie

Isaac's babysitter, Meghan, came over this morning. Lately with him it's kind of a mixed bag when she comes over. I am trying to remember to have her over once a week so he (and Jacob) can get used to the absence of Mommy for two hours at a time. When she comes over regularly, he's all "Bye, Mommy, we go play in the sandbox now!" When she doesn't, it's hard for him to stay out of whatever room I am in.

(Because yes, I am a loser, and I very rarely leave the house when the sitter is here. Mostly I use that time to clean without anklebiters trying to eat the cat food.)

Today was an excellent day for he and Meghan. Jacob was uber-fussy, so I took him the whole time (when he wasn't sleeping, anyway). It was painfully obvious how excited Isaac was to have an adult's attentions all to himself. When she left, he kept asking where she was going. "She has to go to school, buddy," I told him. He didn't seem too upset about it.

30 minutes after she left, he came up to me doing his thespian cry.

"Boo-hoo-hoo," he said. "I crying."
"Why are you crying, buddy?" said I.
"I can't find my Meghan-toy. She's LOST! Boo-hoo-hoo!"