Nick's OT appointment got bumped around because of the holiday, and my normal arrangements for the other kids fell through I had no choice but to get a babysitter. Enter E: Energetic, sweet, friendly kid-loving 16 year old who lives up the street from us and has asked to baby sit several times. She claimed she could handle anything...that she's done babies, 11 year olds, late-nighters, puke, fighting, running away. And she charges $7/hour. (this i'm cheap and I can do anything and I love kids speech is something I hear from her every few months...I guess she really wanted to baby sit my kids!) She needed no crash-course on asthma and food allergies because she also has asthma and a peanut/tree nut allergy, which made my E feel special. However, her only D experience is a Type 2 aunt. I had her get there half an hour early and gave her a quick rundown of how to test BG, spot and treat highs and lows, how to use glucagon, and when to call me. I left containers of snacks with carb counts. I also printed up a 1 page cheat sheet with times of when to have Ella test, signs of highs/lows and my cell number. I gave kids and baby sitter together a lay of the land regarding food, fighting, and tattling. The kids agreed. When I finished with my training, E took the paper, nodded and said "I got this. No problem." I got a text about 45 minutes in. "Ella feels really low. tested...58. She's drinking juice. Do I need to do anything else???" 20 minutes later I get another text. "she's 87. Is that okay?" I said yes. Other than that, as far as I know, kids and diabetes behaved well. When I came home after two and a half hours, everyone (E included) was laughing and playing, the plates from a snack were rinsed and in the sink, and Ella's BG was a beautiful 155. After she hugged and hi-fived everyone goodbye, and I'd paid her, Caleb said "I like her! Can she come back?" Oh...yes...yes she can.