Bacon and His Sidekick Batman

Today, you will be introduced to the new and exciting characters of my blog: Bacon and Batman.  I must say that they are quite entertaining. Their family is so great to be around, and I love watching these boys.  I'll be referring to their mom as "Petit," and their dad as (El) Jefe.  In Spanish, this means boss.  I'm sure being the intelligent person you are, you can figure out why he has this code name, but it's not attached to a negative connotation.  Watch the video below to learn a little bit about Bacon and his sidekick Batman.

With full permission from their parents, I introduce you to: 

BACON AND BATMAN

NOTE: NO ONE WAS HARMED IN THE MAKING.

Moving onto my night babysitting Bacon and Batman.  Petit picked me up close to five.  Her dog, V, had been bitten (full on puncture with blood) by another dog, so we had to get her medicine at the store.  (Lucky me, I got to pay extra attention to a puffy haired dog with a puncture.  Woo.)  While she went shopping, I sat in the car thinking about what I was going to make for dinner.  Then upon her return, Jefe called notifying her that the boys were eating dinner to save me the trouble.  However I had not eaten yet!  So, she bought me a chicken.  Yes, a chicken.  It was my own pre-cooked gourmet dinner in a plastic tub, and I was totally content.

Back at there house, the adults rushed off for the symphony.  Lucky for me, the boys were happy. Beforehand, Petit had told them about my blog, and said that we would make videos for it.  They were so excited, and very used to the idea of being written about because their mom is a professional blogger.  For a few hours, we played on Photo Booth making action videos (therefore the video above).

With the videos set aside and bed time approaching, Bacon looked at me and said, "That was SOOOOO fun!"

Of course this made me smile because my main goal is to temporarily be their parents and have a fun time.  To do this, you need skill and the likable "fun factor." He made me feel like I'd accomplished my main goal as his babysitter.  Then there's Batman.  Practically every time I go over, he cries for his mom.  Believe me, I want to cry for my mom because I have to try and make him forget about his sadness.  Usually this means an extra book or two.  Sometimes the tickle monster makes and appearance, but it is never an easy task.

Overall, babysitting Bacon and Batman has made me wonder, what kind of an impact am I making on these children?  At age twenty, will they remember the babysitter that spent her endless Saturdays sitting on the coach watching Despicable Me for the millionth time?  For now the question remains unanswered, but my desire to make a positive impact will never end.