I looked after young Gus today. As I said a couple of days ago, he's had a bad attack of croup - it's an infection going round, apparently, though he's not infectious any more. But his mother had something on at work that she neither felt able to miss nor to cancel and I was free, so I headed over there this morning.
And it was the easiest babysitting I could have had. He stood for some time watching television (yes, I have no hesitation in using the soothing powers of children's tv once in a while) and then I realised he was leaning heavily on a table and nearly asleep. So I scooped him up and sat him by me on the sofa and after a while I suspected he had gone to sleep. His breathing was very wheezy and I couldn't recognise the moment when he did actually sleep, I had to use the camera on my phone reversed to see his face. And he slept for an hour and a half from the time I realised he had dropped off, so it was longer than that.
He woke at 1 o'clock, so I gave him a drink and went to find him some lunch. Not having expected him to be home, there wasn't a lot in the fridge, but I gave him some grapes and cucumber to keep him going and then grated him cheese while I cooked some pasta. Pasta and pesto, the great standby of the modern mother. He ate a lot of everything, he was very hungry.
And he cheered up by the minute. So, since he'd cleared his plate, I offered him a chocolate mousse that I found in the fridge.
And that made him really happy.
Weeza rather enjoyed her meeting. We emailed each other every so often during the day and she said, at lunchtime, "