Nightmare on Millpond Road

So I had my first babysitting job yesterday. I mean, first "real" one, apart from the glorified babysitting job I've been doing for four years.
scenario: Three kids. 1. Six-year-old boy with 10 year-old intelligence: Taylor. Smart kid. Very fun, very social. Likes to test your authority and patience.
2. Three-year-old boy who is entirely hard to understand: Wes. Speaks in one or two unintelligible words at a time. Taylor translates. Thanks, Taylor.
3. One-year-old girl running a fever: Olivia. Switches hours on and off between being entirely happy, and crying every five minutes over everything.
Diaper changing: Easy.
Reading new kids' personalities: Entirely hard.
So I was quite nervous and felt quite incompetent, although I didn't show it, for the first few hours. How much does a baby eat? How often do you change their diapers? How much structure do you plan for two young boys who are very very different?
Thought I must have done a horrible job, because the boys seemed disinterested in all the cool things I came up with doing.
After-math: Their mom said Taylor said I was fun and we got to do lots of cool stuff. Wes apparently pouted for some time after I left.
What have I learned? Some kids just are not as outwardly excitable as a classroom of five-year-old girls, but they still seem to think I'm cool.
So will I do it again? Heck yes. I love getting the experience of doing new things. It's only up-hill from here.
Verdict: Not a disaster after all.
*VictoriousNess!!