Last night, I left the babies with a non-family babysitter for the very first time while my mom and I went to my niece's dance recital and G went out with the guys. The babysitter in question is a college girl, the daughter of one of my mom's friends, and she was wonderful. She showed up early, a big help as I was trying to get ready with help from a crying Claire, and by the time I left, she was sitting on the floor having a big time with the little girls. When I called at 9PM to check on them, she told me that they had been "perfect angels", that they got a tiny bit fussy at 7:45, but then took their bottles and went to sleep by 8:30.
It's a good day when Greg and I can get them both to sleep by 8:30, let alone someone flying solo and not in possession of Magic Breasts. This girl is good. I hope she'll come back and make me feel inadequate on a very frequent basis.