Kristin and Conrad, a newly married couple, moved into the apartment across the hall from us about a year ago. They have a gorgeous and sweet Labrador, Hanna, and are expecting a baby boy in November.
I ran into Conrad yesterday while we were walking our respective dogs and he told me he and Kristin are interviewing pediatricians and getting the nursery ready for their baby. I’m not sure how old Conrad is, but I guess early forties. His excitement was palpable.
When David told me Kristin was pregnant, I thought it would be nice to offer my babysitting services, which is just what I told Conrad yesterday. “Please feel free to call me if you and Kristin want to go out for the evening. I will grab my iPad and sit in your place as easily as I do in my own,” I told him.
Although I’m not chomping at the bit to be a grandmother quite yet, I am in favor of perpetuating the human race. And I do like to be generous to my neighbors. Kristin and Conrad’s apartment isn’t humongous and they’re surely going to want a night out alone sooner rather than later. I’m certain the baby will cry the entire time I’m babysitting and I’ll have to hold him for three hours straight, but hey, I get to go home—alone —at some point.