Yesterday was my day off, and after lunch with Derek my day was looking pretty free. I hadn't seen Ozzy in about 2 weeks, and I was about to have heart attack. I called up Malia and asked if I could babysit him for a couple of hours. (Anyone who knows me knows that I haven't babysat in YEARS. What inspired me to ask this? I don't know. I'm crazy.)
So....Malia drove him over at about 3:00, and he was going to stay till 5:00. But the second Malia even thought of leaving, Ozzy started crying HYSTERICALLY and totally freaking out. I was about to say "Wait! I can't do this!" When I heard the door slam and realized that I was alone with a balling 10-month-old baby.
I had pulled a few "toys" aside(below), meaning the few things in our apartment a kid could suck on or that involved buttons...and let Ozzy play with them. However, the crying didn't end until one brilliant idea popped into my head: Guitar Hero.
I propped Ozzy on my lap and played guitar hero, while he helped me strum. He wouldn't let us stop playing for the next 1 1/2 hours. (I had no idea a baby could stay interested in this so long!) He was laughing the whole time, it was a major blast. Us playing G-Hero:
Here are some pictures of the great time Ozzy had using our (Mainly Derek's) toys:
The Disney Channel on the big screen: