It's over

I quit this evening.

Earlier than I thought I would--but, I just had to.

It was so hard.

Things have turned so nasty with Mr. & Mrs. R. and I ... and that's what saddens me most. That it became nasty.

I leave town tomorrow morning to visit my grandparents. I return next week. I only have 5 babysitting days left with the girls.

I'll miss the incredibly. I've grown up with them--I've been with them for 7 years.

Seven years is a damn big chunk of my life.

I'm incredibly sad. Mother Nature must have sensed that because it's raining hard here. It's comforting.

I don't have a new job yet.

I feel guilty to you guys for quitting for the ridiculous reason that I feel like I owe you funny nanny stories. That sentence didn't make sense, but whatever. I'm sorry, guys. Hang on with me while I try to figure out what next will come in my life. Another nanny job? Starbucks? Sitting at home on my butt every day until August? (That would make for excellent blogging material, I know--The Life and Times of a Lazy Butt.)

I'm going to sit back for a while now. Forgive me if I don't comment on your blogs. I'll be back soon--hopefully with a new job. Stay tuned.
I am deeply, deeply saddened today to hear of Benazir Bhutto's death.

May she rest in peace.


MERRY CHRISTMAS, dear readers!


Should I say HAPPY HOLIDAYS instead? Tracey R.'s blog had a great discussion about that topic just the other day. But I digress.

Sorry for the lack o' posting! Holidays chez moi is busy. We actually just came in the door from late night services and pupster Max is all snuggled up next to me. I think I hear Santa Claus rooting around in the next room and it smells like Christmas cookies and it's just generally a happy, happy time!

I'm officially on Christmas break! Woohoo! (Though Mr. & Mrs. R. did call and say they might need me Wed. or Thurs. Um...yeah. I told them I'd give them 3 hours MAXIMUM. It's my break.) I had a great time at the lake with D., even though it was so cold we stayed inside most of the time. We played a few games and we won't talk about how they went...especially that one game of "Lord of the Rings Monopoly" we played with her younger brother...

YOU GUYS. I have a movie I must recommend. Now, I usually don't, cause I'm an extremely picky movie person. But we watched this amazing movie tonight. It's called "Once," and it's Irish (it's in English, but you need to use the subtitles cause of the thick accents). It's a teeny-tiny indie movie that just blew me away. It's about a street musician and a poor working girl from the Czec Republic and though it may not sound like much, it's just incredible. The director (who also wrote and produced it) didn't hire actors for the film, he hired musicians who could also act (incidentally, they were friends of his). The soundtrack alone to the movie is just amazing and has won a ton of awards. I plan on buying it very soon.

Okay, that's the end of my plug for "Once." You guys really should check it out. It's only 80 mins long (I think) but a very sweet movie.

(No nannies were paid in the recommendation of this film. Feel free to chip in, though. College ain't cheap.)

No word from the Craigs.list people...I'll give them a week or so though cause it's Christmas.

I may be quitting as soon as this Wednesday. More on that later.

But for now, I'm off to be with my sister and Max the pupster. He's just too cute for words. Here's evidence:

That's my sis smooching him. Isn't he just ridiculously cute? Okay, okay, I get it--enough Max pictures already. :-)

I'm off! Have a great day today, no matter what you're celebrating!


Ain't No Mountain High Enough

You guys!

It's been a crazy week. Make yourselves comfortable, have a cup of tea, and let's get with it.

Monday: My new job in the morning. Lots of secretary busy work, which, nerdy me, I actually enjoy. I get immense satisfaction from completing small unimportant tasks. Girls were sick and feverish, so I stood up for myself and said I wasn't coming in. Honestly, y'all, I've been sick since August. I'm just starting to get better so I do NOT want to mess it up!

Tuesday: Got sick. Woohoo. New job in the morning. A. actually went to school, so I started nannywork picking her up (Mr. R. stayed with E.) She was great for the first 5 or so mins in the car, then crashed. I pulled over and checked her and she had a REALLY high fever. I sped home and got her in bed while Mr. R. called the doctor. He took both girls there later that evening and I was free to go early.

Wednesday: Went to nannywork 2 hrs early cause Mr. & Mrs. R. had a meeting. Watched Sponge.Bob on TV w/ E. Normally I don't allow TV for my nannykids at ALL. But when you're sick and grumpy, Sponge.Bob can work wonders. Picked A. up and she was in a great mood--we had a great afternoon together (a rarity. It was so much fun) while E. conked out on the couch.

Thursday: My Thursdays are so sad now that the Office isn't on. Reruns are good, but mundane. The girls were good. Cranky on occasion, but nothing really sticks out.

Today: Very, very busy. I woke up at the crack of dawn to go Christmas shopping for the girls before I went to my new job. $40 and LONG lines later, I was done. I flew to new job, worked, flew to lunch with an old friend who was in town, and flew to nannyjob. I was exhausted before the busiest part of my day started! Luckily, the girls were good and we got in a ton of playtime.

Now I sit, re-reading my blog and realizing how lame-o it is (sorry, guys) while D. is upstairs snoring. We played games earlier and I beat her in both Uno and Hand and Foot. I am amazing.

D. and I are going to her lakehouse tomorrow so I won't be back for a few days. Until then, I'll try to rack up some good blog material...(ha ha, I'm so funny. Like that's going to happen.)

P.S. I e-mailed a few different people who need nannies that I saw on Craig.slist. Cross your fingers!

P.P.S. Should I trust Craigs.list?

P.P.P.S. Is it weird to meet your potential future employees online?

P.P.P.P.S. Note to self: more than one P.S. is tiring on the fingers.


Oh, people

To the person who got here by googling "diaper poop change wipes bed nanny," I want to meet you.

That made my day.

Woohoo for you guys!

Thanks for all the encouraging notes & comments on the last post. I'm scared as heck not having a full-time job yet for when I resign but we'll see what happens!

Sooooo...this is an E. story from last Friday. I posted (www.theonlinenannydiaries.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-everybody-e.html) a while ago about how when she's eating lunch, she likes for me to do fun things--the seesaw, the wiggly worm, the window etc--when spooning food into her mouth (she doesn't need me to, but likes me to sometimes when she's pretending she's a baby). Lately she's started doing it to herself.

She'll pick up a piece of food and say some jibber-jabber (sometimes it's still hard to understand her!) and then put the food in her mouth. It's pretty cute to watch. But on Friday, after she had done that a few times, she again picked up a piece of food but instead of putting it in her mouth, she just stared at it.

And stared at it.

And stared at it.

"E.?" I prompted. "Whatcha doin', babe?"



*she bursts into tears*

"What's wrong, E.???"

I went over and hugged her and tried to figure out what was wrong. After many tears and much to-do, she finally whispered something to me: "I wanna do The Window but it's too COLD to open the window!" followed by more tears.

I sat there dumbly for a few minutes, not really knowing what to do or say. I mean, I get her logic--she wanted to do "the window" with her food, but she realized it was winter and too cold to open an actual window, so in her 3-year-old's mind she put that together and saw a problem--but it was just so darn funny. I didn't laugh, of course (not wanting to crush her imaginative spirit) but it took me a while to figure out what to do. She wouldn't accept that there was a difference in doing "the window" with food and opening an actual window.

So I jumped into my nannygear mind and proposed the following: that she and I quickly put on our coats so that it wouldn't be cold when she did "the window" with her food. I'm sure you all are completely confused by this point, but it made sense to her and me (hey, I think in 3-year-oldspeak) and it worked.

She ate the bite.

Score one for Nanny!

In other news, I just got my exam results: A+ on the exam, A+ for the semester. I'm thrilled and excited! Instead of taking another semester of French, I started a part-time job this morning as an administrative assistant for a local business. It's about 20 hrs a week and I can do it from home in my pj's, so I'm WAY happy. So at least when I quit my nanny job, I'll have a little extra income coming in just to help.

Anyway, I'm off. Keep up the great comments!


It's a secret, part deux

Hi guys. So...I'm private. I don't like it, but hey, it's safer this way. And it's only temporary (until mid-January or so). Anyway, please continue to visit the blog & invite your friends to (they can e-mail me for an invite).


The big news.

I'm officially a quitter.

That's it, I'm going to quit.

It'll happen the first week in January (I'm staying long enough to get a letter of recommendation and my Christmas bonus. Evil? Yeah, but they owe it to me) and I just made the decision a few days ago. I haven't posted a lot of stuff about my job cause I've been afraid they'd find me, but honestly, if not for the girls, I would have quit for a long time ago. But after the past week or so, it's just been enough's enough, and I can't take it any longer.

I hate this.

I'm devastated.

I'll miss the girls so badly, but I can't take any more of Mr. and Mrs. R.'s abuse. But I'm not going to say anything more about that cause this is a happy blog! :-)

I'm going to try to find another nanny job right away. I'd love to have a little baby now, since I haven't had a little one in a while. I'll see what I can find! (Anybody need a nanny? I'll move!) But if I can't find anything since it's mid-way through the school year, I'll probably turn to Starbucks. I can see this blog in a few months: The Online Starbucks Employee. Wheeeee!

(FYI: I'll go public again after I've finished my two weeks' notice. My last day will be Jan. 18.)

Anyway, I'm closing up for now. I'm going to watch a movie and head to bed.

P.S. Now that I'm private & have LOTS fewer readers, y'all are going to have to make up for the lack of comments. So comment away :-)


It's a secret

Okay, guys. I'm doing it for real this time. I'm going private cause I have a secret to tell y'all. It's big...and yet, sad. I'll go private on Dec. 15 so e-mail me before then.

E-mail me for an invite, or post in the comments section. theonlinenanny@gmail.com


Backstreet's back, all right!


I took my final exam this morning (the above cartoon will finally clue you guys in on what kind of class I was taking) and I think I did pretty well. I got A's on all my assignments, tests and quizzes and hopefully the exam will be the same! I'll keep you guys posted.

So tomorrow morning...(drumroll please) I DON'T HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY AND RUN TO CLASS. I can actually sleep in. How amazing is that??? It won't last long, though, cause I have a babysitting job Friday morning and on Monday morning I start my new part-time, in desperate need for money for college, job. It's as an administrative assistant and I'll be working about 20 hours a week. The good thing is that I can do it from my house, so I can do it in my jammies! Woohoo!

I have a feeling this'll be me tomorrow morning:

No, that's not me, and no, that's not Max, but you get the drift. My feet aren't QUITE that big. (Wait...is that a man?)

Anyway, I'm off to stay up late and watch TV--I can, because I don't have to wake up early tomorrow! WOOHOO!!!!

Edited to add: A certain unnamed pupster woke me up at 9 a.m. It was a nice sleep in, but not NEARLY as long as I wanted it to be. P.S. Who got 3000???


Lucky #3000

Number 3,000 is coming up! Let me know if it's you!

Housekeeping! Housekeeping!

So sorry for the delay in an interesting post. Food poisoning knocked me flat on my back all weekend. It was just SO much fun. Thank goodness I'm better now...hi ho, hi ho, it's back to work I go!

So! A few anecdotes and a lovely picture and I'm on my way.

THE PROMISED TEASER from the last time I posted...

On Fridays A. gets picked up earlier from school than on the other days. I know that. I'm always on-time to get her, snacks in hand. But this Friday...wooftie. Oops.

I blame it on my book. I'm deep into Geraldine Brooks' Year of Wonders and I was just so engrossed in it that I had completely forgotten all concept of the outside world. So only when Mr. R. comes flying up the stairs yelling, "YOU FORGOT TO GET A.! YOU FORGOT TO GET A.!" did I snap out of my reverie and fly out the door...an hour late.


A. was okay about it, though. I took her to McDonalds for her snack and all was forgotten. By her, at least. My employers are STILL talking about it.

Side note: E. asked me today what held strawberries together. Does anybody have an answer for that? The best I could come up with was, "Ummm...strawberry stuff?"

Annnnnd an anecdote...

I took the kids to Starbucks today for a snack. They're in love with the penguin-shaped cookies and ask for them on an almost daily basis. So today I treated them for their good behavior.

Let me preface this by saying that E.'s had a bad cold for a few days now. Anyway. We were walking in, and by the door was a bin of toys that Starbucks was collecting for kids in the hospital.

Me: "No, sweetie, those are for the sick kids."

How do you explain to a 3-year-old that yes, she is sick, but no, she's just not sick enough? Luckily, I was able to distract her with said penguin cookie.

Finally, a picture of the pupster. The quality is terrible cause it's with a cell phone camera, but Max just looked so pretty in his pearls that I couldn't resist. Actually they're D.'s pearls (she's the one holding him) but they just look so lovely on him, don't they?


I'm so excited...and I just can't hide it

To the person who got to my blog by googling "estory readingbooks for kids," I don't think this is what you'll need...but (hopefully) this blog makes for good reading for adults!

And to the person who came by googling "read online nanny diaries the complete story," I don't think this is quite what you had in mind, either. I mean, I am a nanny, and this is my online diary, but I'm pretty sure you meant the novel.

But anyway, I'm thrilled you both came to my blog, and hope you'll come again. Have a nice day!


no title for this post

sick...with food poisoning or something similar but equally gross/no fun...i'm running on about 2 hrs of sleep (i'll leave what was going on last night up to your imagination...sorry to those eating...)

i had ideas for a nice long blog post for today but that's not going to happen...i'm just trying to keep things down (ginger ale, veggie broth). blah.

i'll leave you with a teaser for the next time i post. yesterday, i forgot to pick up A. from school. *wheee*

i'm going back to bed now.


I'm not old enough for a fugly purse! ...or am I???

Note: Edited with a picture at the bottom.

I have entered into a scary, scary world.

A world of which I SWORE to myself that I'd never be a part.

It's a dark place here, people.

It's the land of the singular fugly purse (hereon known as SFPland).

I've always loved purses. I own roughly two million of varying sizes, colors, shapes, and designers (all fake, of course. Gotta love New York!). I take great pride in picking cool purses to go with my outfits.

Well, not anymore.

It's gotten to the point where I throw on clothes in desperation in the mornings--trying to find something clean, something dark that when the kids stain them, it won't show, something I can run around in without various body parts being exposed, you get my drift. Shoes? I've got them too! I love them! But instead of picking out the cute shoes, I throw on my grungy Birkenstocks and call it a morning. I barely brush my hair in the mornings (what's the point? It'll be messed up in twenty seconds) so a purse? Farrrrr from my mind.

It's really quite sad. I'm torn up about it.

Once I started nannying full time I gave up carrying small, cute purses every day. I used my BIG, usually-reserved-for-airplane-carry-on bags cause they'd hold a nice assortment of snacks, band-aids, changes of clothes, books, shoes, toys...everything I needed for a typical outing with my girls. (Now the atypical outings? Say, to the zoo? Yeah. I took a suitcase.)

Alas, my cute big bags have all worn out.

So I needed something else.

I considered buying a diaper bag, but most of them weren't big enough. And the ones that WERE big enough were very very expensive. We nannies aren't loaded, ya know.

So. I did the thing I'd always teased my mother about. I bought one cheap, big, plain black purse.




But it goes with everything, it's big enough to carry all the kids' (and my) stuff, and it's practical.

Did I mention it was boring?

But it sure is practical!

Here is the purse, per request. It's not TOO bad, but it's just nothing exciting.


Look! A title! (It's gonna be a picturelicious post)

Check it out! I added titles to my blog! It just gets more exciting by the day, doesn't it???

This'll be a quickie, but I'm still expecting loads of comments. Just to let you know.

First, a pic of Maxster from last night, all cuddled up next to me (can I hear a collective "awwwww" from the crowd, please?):

Annnnnd now, a little something from E.'s and my afternoon. We read a book today about a dinosaur and a mouse, and then decided to draw them.

First, E.'s dinosaur. I drew the outline (HUSH. I'm not an art major or anything) and helped her draw the two big polka dots. She scribbled the others and declared she was finished. I asked if she wanted to add eyes or a mouth, but she said no. Then I asked what the dinosaur's name was: Dinosaur Dinosaur.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you:
Dinosaur Dinosaur

(hold your applause until the end, please)

And finally, my masterpiece. I drew a picture of a mouse. And put overalls on him. And for some unexplicable reason, added a paintbrush in his hand.

You may applaud wildly now for:
Robert the Mouse

*bows modestly*

Thank you all, and to all, a good night.


(I made this on http://www.blyberg.net/card-generator. Cool, huh? I'm such a dork.)

This weekend I:

*Saw my sister dance beautifully in the Nutcracker
*Hung out with D
*Played a million games (and lost spectacularly at most of them. What IS with this losing streak I'm having???)
*Filled out scholarship apps (woohoo!)
*Thought I was going to die of carbon monoxide poisoning (explanation? See below.)
*Ate the yummiest thing in the world--a salad pizza (pizza with salad on top instead of cheese. YUM. Seriously, guys. It's amazing.)
*Watched an episode of Scru.bs that I'd never seen before (ALWAYS a good time)
*Finished my homework in time to be able to sit down tonight and watch Waitress (which I am about to do as soon as I'm done blogging)

Okay. So. Carbon monoxide poisoning.

D. & I were hanging out today playing games and doing homework. We were the only ones home except for Max, my pupster. We were playing with him--or trying to, since he wasn't being very responsive. He was acting really lethargic and didn't really want to be touched. We figured he wasn't feeling well and just left him alone.

A little later, we both got REALLY tired. I mean, seriously tired. D. even started feeling nauseated. It was bizarre.

So what did our little overreactive minds do?

Immediately jump to the conclusion that there's probably carbon monoxide in the air and we're both being poisoned (nevermind that there's a CM detector in the house). We grab Max and run outside, where we're trying to do our homework and wait it out til other people get home and can validate/invalidate our concerns, but it's SO windy that things are blowing everywhere and D. is trying not to throw up and it's generally not good.

THAT'S obviously not working, so we come up with another solution. Go get smoothies (another resounding YUM). We grab the pupster and head to Smoo.thie K.ing where, after a smoothie apiece, we feel better.

So we go home.

I'm still alive and it's several hours later, so I'm assuming I'm okay.

But y'all: if I haven't blogged by, say, next Tuesday, come looking for me.


I guess I'll quit next week.

I'm over my head in scholarship apps so that I can figure out a way to actually GO to this ridiculously expensive college next year. I had a meeting this morning with my old college guidance counselor (from high school) and I was supposed to bring along all my applications for her to sign/go over.

Yeah. I forgot them at home.

I live 30 minutes away from my old school, so I couldn't just run home and get them. I had to reschedule. Wheeee.

BUT, in reference to the first sentence of this post, she strongly recommended I get my employers to write me a rec. (Scholarship applications can be more complicated than college applications. No joke. It's kind of ridiculous.) Several of my apps require several recs, and according my counselor, "When people entrust you to take care of their kids, it means something about you. GETTHEMTOWRITEYOUAREC."

So today I'm going to ask them to write me a rec.


So this means I won't be quitting anytime soon. (Not that I was planning to, but in the worst of times, I always have that as a consolation--you know, like I'll say to myself, "I can give my two weeks' notice TOMORROW if I need to." It helps.)

An E. story and then I must run--I'm late for work!

E. and I were sitting in the waiting room while A. was in her regular Wednesday appointment. We were reading a book about what you do at various times of the day (What do you do in the morning? Eat breakfast! What do you do in the afternoon? Have playtime! etc.). On a few of the questions, E. would volunteer her own answers.

This was one of them.

Me: "What do you do at night before bed?"
E. (very loudly, and in a very crowded waiting room): "POOP!"
Me: "Oh..but what ELSE do you do before bed?"

Doesn't my job just sound riveting? :-)


Okay, guys, I have a question. And I need you ALL to answer it cause I need as much input as possible. Lurkers, delurk. Regular commenters, keep on commenting. I need to know.

How much time do you get off/take off for Christmas?

Mr. & Mrs. R. fully expected me to work Christmas Eve, take off Christmas day, and start work the day after. Is it unreasonable that I'm not happy with that? I suppose I'm spoiled because I'm fresh out of school, where we get 2.5-3 weeks off for Christmas, but still--one day seems a bit tight.

I don't know what to do.

P.S. I think I'm going private. If you want an invite, e-mail me with your e-mail address. I'll give anybody who e-mails me an invite. theonlinenanny@gmail.com

P.P.S. Per Monica H's request, here's another pic of my little Maxster. Check out how blonde his eyebrows are!


I'm ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ck!

(I know you all are thrilled!)

I had a great weekend. I was out in the country at D's lakehouse and even though it was cold and rainy (emphasis on COLD), we still had fun. We mostly stayed inside bundled up playing games (and boy, did we play a lot of games..and it was stinkin' horrible. I think I lost 75% of them, no matter what we played), but we did brave the cold & rain to fish once. I think we lasted maybe 5 minutes before we ran back inside.


I have class tomorrow (how fun!) but NO work! Mr. R. took the girls out of town for Thanksgiving and they don't get back til tomorrow night. Woohoo!

A few housekeeping-y things and then I'm signing off this post so I can go check all of y'alls blogs.

1) If I went private, would you guys still read? (I'm seriously considering it. I'd hate to close the blog off to the general public, but since my employers are a part of the general public, I hate how censored I have to be. Does that make sense?)

2) Monica H--he's 6 and a miniature wirehair daschund named Max. He's just a tiny little guy but too cute for words! We "rescued" him from a daschund rescue service 4 years ago. Can you believe such a sweet pup used to be abused???

3) I'm fiddling around with a new header for the blog. I like it! Hopefully I'll have it up in a few days.


Have a great day!



This is Max, my pupster, after licking the gravy bowl, the mashed potatoes bowl AND getting turkey scraps. Methinks he's happily about to pop, and then fall asleep.

ANYWAY, I wanted to let y'all know I'm headed out of town for a few days so I may not get back on until Monday. Have a great weekend!



An early HAPPY THANKSGIVING to all you wonderful readers! I've really enjoyed this whole blog thing and I love how I've bonded with total strangers in such an intimate way. This year I have so much to be thankful for, and you readers are definitely one of those things.

So. From this (frazzled but happy) Nanny, many many happy Thanksgivings and I wish you all a great turkey (or tofurkey) day!


Call me a sentimental fool, but I do so love Jane Austen books.

And I was more than thrilled to find this:

I am Elinor Dashwood!

Take the Quiz here!

Question: Is there anybody out there who could make a fun header thing for my blog? I'm trying to spice it up a little. (Though I suppose i could do it in all my spare time...)
E. and I in the car on Friday:

E.: "Nanny!"
Me: "Yes?"
E. (out of nowhere): "I GOT THE BOOGER OUT!"
Me: "Oh, wow...okay, please don't wipe it on my seats...here's a Klee.nex."
E.: "IT ALL STICKY! EW!" *wipes it on my seats*
Me: *bangs head on steering wheel repeatedly*
E.: "Nanny!"
Me: "Yes, E.?"
E.: "I bweeding!"
Me: (silently) Oh, crap.

I look back and there's blood gushing out of her nose. My hears skips a few beats--it's not everyday you look in the rearview mirror and see your 3-year-old nannygirl covered in blood. I think she just shoved her finger wayyyy to far up there and hit/irritated something. And that something is now all over my (freshly cleaned) seats.

I pull into a gas station and run to get some of those blue paper towel things that they put by the gas pumps. I soon realize that's not going to cut it, so I grab E. and go inside.

Me: "PLEASE can I have an ice pack and some more paper towels? My little one has a bad nosebleed!"
Little-English speaking older man: "You hit dat girl?"
Me: "What? NO! She was picking her nose!"
Man: "Peeking?"
Me: "No, PICKING. You know, like picking her nose?" (I jab my finger in the vague direction of my nose, hoping he'll get it. E., meanwhile, is sitting there looking pathetic in my arms, not crying, but with blood coming out of her nose STILL.)
Man: "Hold on, hold on, I call manager."

Thank goodness. The manager knows how to speak English. He retrieves several ice packs for E., gets us both glasses of water, and several rolls of paper towels. He also lets us sit in his back office until her nose has stopped bleeding, which was nice--the gawking customers in the gas station store were making things a bit awkward. As we're walking out, he lets E. pick out a piece of candy.

We're a little late picking up A. from school, but what else could we have done? Fortunately, she's in a great mood, and the girls chatter away happily as we make the long trek home.

That just leaves me and my blood-stained car.

When I got back there to clean it up, there wasn't as much blood as I thought there was. I was able to scrub most of it out with a damp towel.

Let's just hope I don't get pulled over anytime soon...the car still smells of blood. That wouldn't be suspicious AT ALL.


UPDATE: I deleted the last post. I was too worried about it, in case Mr. or Mrs. R. came across the blog. It was just too specific. If you haven't read it and are curious, you can e-mail me (address is to the left) and I'll explain what it said. I want to keep this blog open to the public to read, but unfortunately, my employers are part of the public...and I don't want them to read this. So I've deleted any specifics. Also, I want to make on thing clear: A. & E. are not the girls' initials, R. is not the beginning of their last name, their cat's name is not Bob, etc.--I've changed everything.

I'm SO sorry about that last post. I posted this morning before work, and I'm pretty sure Aunt Flo is on her way...soooo it made for a Very Disgruntled and Hormonal Nanny. I debated deleting it because I hate being a wet blanket and all, but I loved how Carole & Monica H. came to my defense in the comments section, so I'll keep it for now :-)

I have two things to share and then I'm off to bed. (Well, after I stay up for another 5 hours, blog-surfing...)

I overheard this remark on my way to class this morning from an attractive Latina woman: "GOD, my friend is the most Mexican EVER cause she speaks French, Spanish AND English!"

Can anyone explain??? I'm very confused. (Okay, I must confess--I decided to try writing "I'm very confused" in French, Spanish and English as a joke, but...things didn't work out so well. Fr.ee Trans.lations dot com wasn't any help with THAT little booger.)

And an E. story (I swear I never make these things up. Crazy things just come out of that kid's mouth. All I can do is run for paper to write it down before I forget).

So we were at the playground yesterday with a couple other kids E.'s age. We were all running around (me included. Hey--I love playgrounds!) and being crazy. All of a sudden E. just stops running, comes over to me with this tragic expression on her face, and holds her arms up to be picked up.

I pick her up and whisper, "E., what's wrong?"

She looks at me, sighs, and in a pathetically sad voice, says, "Nanny, I having too much fun."

Sometimes I just don't get that kid.


My goodness, you readers are comment-finicky. I never know what's going to get comments from you guys! Some posts...15 comments. Other posts...0 comments. What gives??? :-)

I've got a cute E. story from today and that's about it. I got off semi-early today, so I'm going to go read! What an amazing privilege! (For those of you wondering, I'm re-reading The Time Traveler's Wife for about the gazillionth time.)

So today E. and I were hanging out, reading books, and E. was in the bathtub (on special occasions, I'll let her have a long bath, and play with and read to her while she's in it). We were reading some Dr. Su.ess book. I can't remember which one.

(Preface to this story: as those of you who know me personally know, I'm a bit short. Well, really short. Like I get mistaken for a kid all the time. It's SO much fun when I'm somewhere with the kids and we get stopped and asked where our parents are. JUST so much fun. Then I have to pull out my driver's license, explain that i'm actually of (and over) legal age, etc.)


E. and I were reading Dr. Su.ess, and we were at a part that goes something like, "Ball, wall, TALL TALL TALL! Hall, mall, SMALL SMALL SMALL" and has accompanying pictures. On a whim, I ask E. which one she thinks she is, tall or small.

She considers the question, and responds, "I small but I GWOWING."

Then I ask her, "Which one am I, E.? Tall or small?"

Again, she thinks about it. I'm expecting her to say TALL, cause I'm figuring she's a short little 3-year-old, I'll seem tall to her.


Her response?

"You medium."

Heck, it beats small. I'll take it.


I. Am. Exhausted.

Not a great way to start off the new week, eh? But it was an amazing weekend, so I'll get through it somehow!

Friday night D. and I saw a play at my old high school. (Great job, Tru!) Unfortunately, I got sick in the middle of it...some weird stomach crampy no fun mess...so we left as soon as it was over and headed back to D.'s place. And I had to pee. SO BADLY.

We got to D.'s house and were locked out.

Locked out.

With NO spare key.

And I'm about to wet my pants.

We fly up to the nearest place we can think of to pee--Star.bucks--and OH my god sweet relief. We then head back to D.'s and spend 1.5 hours sitting on her front porch playing cards (I told you guys we're card fiends. I carry 2 decks in my purse at all times.) until someone came home to let us in.

Saturday we spent doing absolutely nothing and it was glorious. We watched TV and played games and had a great time. But come nighttime, we WORKED, man. D. has this enormous school project due Monday and I was helping her because I am a Goddess Divine. We worked until like 3 a.m. and fell, exhausted, into bed.

Today we spent working more (though I wasn't so much helping as...trying to not make it apparent that I was reading for pleasure and she was literally buried under mounds of paper) and tonight I babysat for a new family. J. is two and C. is three months--both boys. WHEW. They were WORK!

They were both ridiculously cute, though, so it made up for it. J. and I built block towers for two solid hours (he kept saying "Bid it a-deen, Nanny!" in such a cute way that I couldn't resist) and C. sat and watched us, ocasionally crying to be picked up, but that was about it.

Unnnnntil later.

I got J. to bed, but then Mr. C. decided he was NOT a happy camper. He screamed for 45 minutes straight until Mom and Dad got home. It was just colick, but boy, it was no fun! I'm used to crying babies but it just makes me so sad when nothing I do can make it better. We rocked, bounced on a bouncy ball, walked around, went for a stroll in the stroller, laid on a play mat, and I EVEN let him pull the dog's hair--but nothing was making this cutie happy! Even Mom and Dad didn't do the trick. Apparently he's like this every night. WOW--I have a newfound respect for those parents!

Anyway, I'm home now and about to head to bed. I have a HUGE exam tomorrow morning in class so I've gotta get some sleep!

P.S. I made it through not one, not two, but THREE diaper changes tonight without getting peed on! Woohoo!!!


Well, I totally jinxed myself with yesterday's post...both girls were quite a challenge today :-( A. didn't have school, and that totally throws off the day's routine, because she keeps E. up from her nap, demands attention, etc. Today we had a 2.5 hour meltdown in which she destroyed her room, colored on the walls, ripped apart library books, and got a fairly nasty scrape on her knee. Because E. didn't nap, she was just a dream, too. The day ended well, but certainly started on a sour note!

Anyway, something rather pathetic happened to me, and of COURSE I came right home to share it with you guys!

Okay. So. The girls and I sing all the time. Like all the time. Now, my voice is...um...interesting? But the girls don't seem to mind, and hey, I love to sing loudly, so it works out excellently.

There's this song we've been singing lately, and in it is a man named the "Bee-bop-butzaman" (that's extremely phonetical spelling there. It comes from a German folktale so I'm sure it's spelled differently).

We were driving along today, singing at the top of our lungs...

"Here comes the Bee-bop-butzaman, his knapsack on his back--biddyboon! That frisky Bee-bop-butzamen is always having fun..."

when I heard giggling from the backseat.

"No! No!" they chortled. "Sing it right!"

and I realized...

I hadn't sung "That frisky Bee-bop-butzaman."

I had sung "That frisky Benazir Bhutto."

This plunged me into several minutes' worth of deep thinking.

Is there such a thing as too much NPR?

Am I getting enough sleep?

Did I really just call Benazir Bhutto frisky???


Happy Wednesday, everybody!

Tonight, I'm writing about The Bedtime Ritual.

I love it.

I do.

I know it's great for the girls and all--to have the same things done in the same order, every night--but it just gives me so much comfort too. I love evenings with the girls. (Clarification: I love tantrum-free evenings with the girls. Tantrum-filled evenings are a whole OTHER story. Let's not get into those. It won't end well.)

The ritual for us starts right before dinner. I'll send the girls into the backyard to play (the kitchen overlooks the backyard so I can keep an eye on them) while I make dinner and set the table. We'll eat, I'll clean up quickly, and we'll head upstairs to bathtime. The girls can play for a few minutes in the beginning of the bath while I lay out their pajamas, and then it's wash E.'s hair, wash A.'s hair, wash off E.'s body and wash off A.'s body. E. gets out first, then A., and then I wrap the girls up tightly in their towels (I call them Burito Babies).

Then its into E.'s room and put on her pj's. Then A.'s room for jammies too. After that, I brush the girls' hair, we brush teeth, and A. takes her medicine. Then the girls go pick out stories (depending on their behavior during the day, I let them pick out a certain number of books each. We always read books, cause I think it's a great wind-down activity plus GREAT for them to be read to).

Reading to them is my favorite part. We sit on the big white couch, A. on one side, E. on the other, and me in the middle. They'll start sitting up, but a few minutes into the reading, they'll both be snuggled up next to me. I love that. I love my nannygirls, especially when they're all cuddly. It just makes me forget every meltdown, every mean word said during the day. It just goes away...

ANYWAY. We'll read books, then E. will pick a few to take to bed with her. (She snuggles up with them, it's really cute.) A. will go into her bedroom and lie down and I'll take E. into her room and put her down. Hugs, kisses, turn on the nightlight, E.'s down. I'll go to A.'s room, tuck her in, and tell her a story. She loves hearing about when I was a little girl, and stories about when she was a baby. More hugs, more kisses, turn on the nightlight, A.'s down.

I love that. I love spending that time with the girls and it just makes me so happy. It makes nannying more than worth it. (Plus, it's just so much satisfaction to get everything done without a meltdown!)

Tonight was one of those nights. As I blog tonight, I'm drunk on nannylove.


Dear Anonymous,

Thank you for the insightful comment you left on my last post. Unfortunately, I had to delete it, because, dammit, I don't like bad language on my blog. I'm sorry you feel so strongly that "nannys are the scum of the universe" (actually, the correct spelling would be nannies) and that we don't know how to raise children. I disagree, but of course I am a bit biased.

Anyway, I would have contacted you privately, but of course you didn't leave any personal information. But I would like to say thank you for the comment, I appreciate your opinion, but please don't come here again.



Happy Saturday, everybody!

It's been an insane day. I'm in the middle of an overnight babysitting job for a 15-year-old girl and a 7-year-old boy. Coordinating both their schedules has been tough, to say the least!

This morning:
* Woke up VERY early w/ the 7-year-old
* We were all fed, dressed and out the door practically before the sun was up
* Drove across town and dropped off the girl at violin lessons
* Ran to Star.bucks with the boy and got a (very large) cup of coffee (black, no room for cream. I don't mess around with my coffee.)
* Ran around with the boy at the park for 30 minutes, willing the caffeine to kick in so I could wake up
* Drove back to get the girl at violin lessons and flew to So.nic to grab lunch
* Flew from So.nic back across town to the boy's soccer game
* Sat on bleachers for an hour watching 7-year-olds "play" soccer (read: get distracted, sit down on the field, pick dandelions, etc.)
* The second the game was over, we flew BACK across town to get the girl to her own soccer practice
* Drove back across town AGAIN to take the boy to his friend's house
* Now I'm at home collapsed on the sofa for 20 minutes before I have to drive, again, BACK across town to pick up the girl.

I'm exhausted. So naturally, I posted a blog rather than catch 15 minutes of much-needed sleep. I love y'all.

I'll share a quick picture of the cutest dog ever--the boy and girl's--and an E. story, and then I've gotta run!

Juliet (she's a mix between a German Shepherd and a Greyhound):

And E.'s story:

The girls and I were at the mall yesterday shopping for their winter coats. E. had to go to the bathroom. Now, the bathroom is a one-person bathroom behind a door on the wall of the store. It's very visible. Anyway, I had the door semi-propped open so I could keep an eye on A., who was playing in between the clothing racks, and E., who was on the toilet.

All of a sudden, E. calls me.

"Yes, E.?" I ask, thinking she needs me to wipe her bottom or something. Nope.
"The poopoo won't come out."
"Oh...um...can you squeeze really hard?"
"I DID."
"Well, maybe you don't have to go right now."
"I DO."
"Well, try again..."
"Can you get the poopoo out for me?"
"No, not easily..."
"Sorry, girl...I don't think I can."

Poor kid. I know she was constipated and that sucks, but it was just so darn funny (and gross at the same time) when she asked if I could get the poopoo out. So naturally I ran for paper and a pencil to write it down to share with you guys!

(P.S. Many apologies to those who were eating while reading this. But you know to enter this blog at your own risk. You never know what you're going to find.)


Yeah, yeah, it's been a few days. HUSH.

First off:

Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading

You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive.
You understand people better than they would like to be understood.
Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details.
You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on!

Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done

Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now

Wheeeee! This was fun. Though...I don't feel especially isolated now...and...I'm not THAT brilliant...and I kind of suck at 'putting together seemingly irrelevant details' (no wonder I was always bad at writing English papers)...and...and...and...I do like my superhero lady's hair. Very cute.

At the risk of making my blog propaganda for my political beliefs (what? what about the George Bush jokes posted previously, you say? Well those are funny. This is serious. SERIOUS, people), I came across this little tidbit and thought I'd post it. Call me extreme, but THIS is why I don't let my nannygirls watch TV.

DID YOU KNOW that children who watch a lot of TV and movies tend to:

~Perform worse in school.

~They spend less time reading.
~They have shorter attention spans.
~Their vocabulary is not as highly developed.
~Be more overweight.

~They snack excessively while watching TV.
~They see food in programs and ads that promote unhealthy eating choices.
~They tend to exercise less.
~Act the way TV characters act.

~Children as young as 1 year old learn behaviors from television.
~Children imitate actions and scripts from TV programs instead of creating their own play ideas.
~See ads that are harmful to them.

~Children under the age of 6 cannot tell the difference between an ad and a show.
~Children are encouraged to nag their parents for things they see on TV.
~Children learn to see violence as an acceptable form of play and way to solve problems.

(From the Teachers Resisting Unhealthy Children's Entertainment group)

What do you guys think? I mean, I know it's extremely helpful to let the Back.yard.igans entertain the kids for just a little while so that I can get something accomplished. Sometimes it's necessary just to plop them in front of the TV in order to make me not go insane. But I try to avoid that at all costs. Okay, my rant is over!

I promise a full update with girls news and all either tomorrow or Saturday. But for now, I've gotta get ready for work!


(D. is right beside me as I type this. Shout out!)

Just call me Mary Poppins.

The girls have colds right now, and to help relieve their (snot-y, cough-y) symptoms, they have to take a rather disgusting-looking medicine twice a day.

Which means just OODLES of fun for those of us spooning out said medicine.

Mr. and Mrs. R. were out of the house, leaving me to fend for myself. Well, the cat was there, but he's not much help. He just flips his tail at me and stalks away. ANYWAY, I broke down and actually allowed the girls to turn on the TV, thinking, "Oh, they'll be distracted...it'll be easier to slip the medicine in their mouths without too much of a fuss."

Oh, Nanny. What were you thinking?

The girls, OF COURSE, noticed right away. First of all, they couldn't get over the shock that I was actually allowing them to watch TV. Second, they knew the medicine was coming. They could sense it. They're smart like that.

I tried E. first. She usually is the better one at taking medicine, and I can usually entice her by singing, "Oh, a spoonful of sugar..." No such luck today. She spat out the first spoonful all over the floor and they both started singing, "NO MEDICINE! NO MEDICINE! NO MEDICINE!"

Next I tried A. She, of course, followed in her younger sister's footsteps and spat out the medicine, too. I was thrilled, as you can guess. I turned the TV off. Yelling and screaming ensued. "Nope," I declared, "you lost your TV privileges for spitting your medicine on the floor. You know better than that." Begging and pleading ensued. I stood firm. I'm such a mean nanny.

Even though I wouldn't give back TV privileges, I would allow the girls to have extra playtime before dinner. IF they took their medicine. No complaining. No whining. And if there were any fits tonight, there would be no extra playtime for a long, LONG time.

The girls thought it over. I could see them trying to find any loopholes in my decree. They'll make excellent lawyers someday.

In the end, they agreed to my proposition. On one condition.

"Sing the spoonful of sugar song to us, Nanny?"

Oh, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down...

The medicine is downed (complete with scrunched up, this is DISGUSTING faces) and the girls head off to playtime. No major injuries, no blood shed.

In the most delightful way...


My girl's all grown up

A. and I went on our "date" tonight. Yesterday was a hard day with her (well, it started out fine). I picked her up from school and she and E. were in great moods. We went to the park, had a blast...and on the ride home things fell apart. I had to pull the car over into a neighborhood to pull A. off her sister. I got kicked in the face. My nose hurts.

Days are up and down with A. Lately, she's been great. Yesterday was a setback, and it was hard. But tonight--tonight she was my dear, sweet A. I miss that dear, sweet A., the same little girl whom I rocked for hours when she was a sleepy baby, with whom I've played countless games of peek-a-boo, who still loves to cuddle at night, who looks at me with eyes so full of love and innocence and has a smile with now THREE teeth missing--who is occasionally replaced by a monster-child. It's rough, but I do live for those moments when my sweet A. is with us because those moments are so wonderful.

Tonight I celebrated the recent birthday of my nannygirl and I loved every minute of it. I'll post more later, but for now, I just want to say, to throw out into the universe, Happy birthday, A. These past six years have been such an amazing adventure. Thank you for so many lovely memories. I love you.


D is the most amazing person i have ever met in my entire life.

her ode is the best by far

Edited to add: D. wrote that, in case you can't tell. Just ignore it :-)


Okay so I wanted to have a picture for you guys today, but didn't have anything interesting. Goo.gle I.mages helped me out. I present to you: "Flowers."

Two pretty pink ones for your viewing pleasure. They have nothing to do with the rest of the post. They're just pretty.


Sorry I haven't had much in the past few days. A.'s been GREAT (knock on wood!) and I've really been enjoying my time with her. For her birthday recently, I gave her a "date night" for her and me--she chose to go to an expensive restaurant and get all dressed up, so that's what we're doing this Saturday night. She's so excited. Today Mr. R. took her out to get a pair of "date" shoes--get this--WITH HEELS. They're about 1/2 inch high, but she's SO proud of them!

E.'s been as silly and goofy as ever. She's had her obvious "I'm 3" moments, but other than that she's just fun to be around. Plus, the kid cracks me up. Lunch today:

She grabs an empty Sub.way bag and says, "This is Parry Hotter. I read it to you." (I'm obsessed with Harry Potter and the girls know it. When book 7 came out I was doing an overnight babysitting job for them while Mr. & Mrs. R. were out of town. I felt bad, but Harry was my priority for the entire day after it came out--hey, I didn't want the ending spoiled on BOOK 7! The girls were perfectly content and got to watch TWO movies that day, and that's a huge treat. I'm not an "electronic babysitting" fan so I usually don't let them watch TV or movies at all. But I digress.)

So E. has decided that this empty bag is "Parry Hotter," and though the child has never heard any actual Harry Potter books in her life, she begins to "read": Once upon a time, Parry Hotter was lemonade. He liked his samwish (sandwich). His mommy say Parry go! clean! your! room! (she was very emphatic at this part) and Parry say NO so Parry had go to timeout. THE END.

I applauded, she curtseyed, lunch went on as usual, and I ran for some paper to write down what had just happened so I could share it with you, dear readers.

Another E. story...

E. and I love to sing together. (Well, E. sings. You could politely describe what I'm doing as "howling." But again, I digress.) We sing all the time, and we love to make up songs on our own. Sometimes, we substitute E.'s name into the songs we sing. I'll post the song we're most proud of coming up with, just cause it's cute. (Imagine me, the howling Nanny, and a cute little 3-year-old dueting together.)

Eeee. this and Eeeee. that,
E. has found a purple hat!
Eeee. up and Eeee. down,
E. is scooching on the ground. *scooch* *scooch* *scooch*
(in a sad voice)
Eeee. this and Eeee. that,
E. has broken her purple hat,
Eeee. up and Eeee. down,
E. is crying all around. *wah* *wah* *wah*
(estatically happy)
Eeee. this and Eeee. that!
Nanny has fixed E.'s purple hat!
Eeee. up and Eeee. down!
Eeee. is dancing all around! *dance* *dance* *dance*

Now, I know this doesn't make much sense, but it's more the visual I wanted to give you. Plus I'm pretty darn proud of those lyrics.

Anyway! Long story short, today during her naptime I heard E. singing over the moniter. I listened closer and heard, "Twinkle, twinkle, little E.! Up above the sky, E. is diamonds in the sky! Twinkle, twinkle, little E."


Okay this post is long and rambling, so I'm going to head off now. Keep those comments coming!


P.S. I added/changed a few things to/about the blog. I created a "nanny" e-mail address if anybody needs to contact me about anything, rearranged the order down the left side of the blog, and added a "links to this post" option by where you click to leave comments. (The link to post option will give you a direct link to that particular post so you can send/share it with friends.)

P.P.S. Can you think of anything else I could/should do? I'm toodling around with Blogger, becoming more familiar with it. Maybe I'll become more sophisticated & original sometime soon :-)


Hi everybody!

Right now D is snoring beside me so I'm going to try to do this post quietly!

I feel semi-better right now. The meds just make me really nauseated & unable to sleep so it's just been a lovely combination all around :-) But the good thing is, my cough has all but gotten away. And with the help of Pep.to Bi.smal, I've had some fun this weekend. (But we won't talk about the game of Five Crown that D and I played last night!)

Before D came over, I had the chance to babysit a new family--a 3-year-old girl, K, and an 8-week-old boy, J. K and I had fun until bedtime--she was having nothing to do with going to bed. Luckily, J was asleep then, so I could focus all my time on putting that 3-year-old to bed! (No easy task by any means.)

Finally, I got K to bed and went out to read (I'm reading The Kite Runner right now--it's fantastic) and heard J squalling. So I walk into his room and see this:

(Forgive the bad quality, it was a cell phone camera.)

He was so stinkin' cute! Right away I noticed his diaper was full, so I picked him up to change him. Now, through all my years of babysitting and nannying, I've NEVER had a baby boy pee on me. I'm actually quite proud of that record, cause nearly every parent warns me that their son just loves to "squirt" in the middle of diaper changes. (I smile politely and nod.)

SO, when I was changing J's diaper, I was being really quick about it just in case he decided to pee.

Then I hear a loud fart.

And just as I'm sliding the new diaper under his bottom, he projectile-poops all over my hand.

(You knew there would be poop talk when you started reading this blog. Deal with it.)

Thaaaaat was fun.

So I'm trying to clean him up and those damn little wipes are too small to wipe off my hand and trying to put another diaper on him while keeping my dirty hand away and pick him up with one hand and finally YES I did it. I run to the kitchen with J slung over my shoulder and wash my hands while not waking up K and it's all very very complicated but I did it because I am the babysitter extroadinaire!

But now D is awake and the waffles are ready so I must adjurn for now. Have a good Sunday!



I finally went to the dr's yesterday morning after I've been sick--coughing a LOT, runny nose, etc.--for over a month and was diagnosed with really bad bronchitis. Both my nannygirls went to the dr's too yesterday and they were given a clean bill of health (though they were the ones to give me bronchitis in the first place). SO, the dr gave me 3 pills and one inhaler thing to take 2x/day. Wheeeeee!

So I took my meds last night as perscribed, and 4 hrs later woke up feeling intensely nauseated. NOT fun. I was up for several hours during the night feeling just awful--and it happened again this morning. Needless to say, I didn't go to class today. I also called the dr's and left a message describing my symptoms. The nurse returned my call & said that was normal--it would just take me a while to recover.

So! I called in sick today for work and I've spent the better part of the day on the couch watching House reruns on my computer. The dr also advised that I rest a lot this weekend since the bronchitis was so advanced (next week I go in for bloodwork & possibly a chest x-ray).

This also = not great blogs for the next few days :-)

Oh well, if this is what it takes to get better, I'll take it!


Happy Wednesday, y'all!

I've got a few E. stories to share and then I promised *PROMISED* D. that I'd talk about her this update. So here goes!

Yesterday in the car: E. starts reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. I can only assume she got that from school as I've never taught it. She was going on pretty well with it (it's got a lot of complicated words for a three-year-old to pronounce) until...

"One nation, under God, we are invisible..." (just thought I'd post that. It's cute.)

Today at lunch: Mrs. R. had stopped by to grab some paperwork. E. fell down and bumped her head and Mrs. R. ran to her saying, "Baby, baby come to mommy! I'll make it all better!" fully expecting E. to fall into her arms.

No such luck.

My sweet little girl only wanted ME. I was proud and sad at the same time--sad for what Mrs. R. is missing out with her kids. Until I looked up and saw the look of deepest loathing she was giving me while I was cradling and comforting her baby girl.

And, finally...

While A. was at her appointment this afternoon (why do these things always have to happen in a waiting room full of people?): E. starts scrunching up her face and going, "Uh...UH."

"E.," I ask, "what are you doing?"

I love hanging out with both E. and A., but I get to do it less with A. since she's in school all day. Both are really good kids, and even though we have (a lot) of tough times, it's still just so much fun most of the time! (Oh, boy, tonight though--E. was definitely in a 3-year-old's mood...good grief!)

So on to D.!

I absolutely love hanging out with D. We're best friends, and we just get each other. We may be different in a lot of ways but we always just have so much fun together. Even if we're just sitting and and doing homework, it's still fun just cause it's us.

Plus we're a teeny-tiny bit competitive.

We are game fiends, as I've mentioned before. We'll sit and play games for hours and hours. Isn't that the best kind of friend? One you're completely comfortable with, whose company you always enjoy--and you're never bored of each other. Plus when you throw Sidera and Zanzi into the mix, it's a blast.

Since I work so much and D. is a full time student, it's hard for us to find time to see each other during the week. But every Thursday night, we try our hardest to get together for The Office.

We love The Office.

Like seriously.

And last week's episode was like the best EVER.

And guess what? Tomorrow's Thursday.

And what does that mean?

*I'm in heaven!*


Well, dear readers, as you'll soon see, I have plenty of blog material for today. Too much, in fact.

The day started out deliciously. I woke up to a thunderstorm, which I LOVE. (I just wish I could have stayed in bed snuggled under the covers longer!) I did the usual shower routine, found a brand-new box of Ho.ney N.ut Che.erios (YUM), even got out of the house early.

Guess what? I had left my car windows open overnight.

My car was soaked. Soaked. That was fun.

But! I got a 98 on our quiz from last Friday (yay!) and all was well.

Then I walked out of class, and of course it was pouring and my umbrella wouldn't work. Oh well, I'd dry off at home. I got to my car, got settled in, and started pulling out of the parking lot. I happened to look over to my passenger seat, and there was a giant, three-inch-long WASP staring me straight in the eye.

Holy sweet chocolate cookies.

Now, I've never been stung by ANYTHING before, not so much as a bee. Needless to say, I was terrified. The wasp was huge, it really was. Huge, people. I panicked and rolled down all the windows but the wasp wouldn't fly out. At this point I couldn't pull over because I was just getting on a major highway (I have to take that same major highway to and from school each day. I'm on it for several miles.)

It's still pouring and my windshield wipers have decided they aren't going to work properly and it's really, really cold outside, and I'm soaked and there's traffic and accidents and I'm just trying to keep one eye on the road and one eye on the wasp and since it's raining and my windows are down water is everywhere and oh my god I'm freaked.

(The ride home from school was a bit tense.)

Thank god, as soon as I'm off the highway I'm sure I see the wasp fly out the window. What a relief. I roll up the windows and get home safely.

**Fast forward**

I had a great today with E. She ate lunch like a champ (way to go, girl!) and went down for her nap with no complaints. I picked up A. from school and we had a great conversation on the way home about everything under the sun, and life was good. I fed the girls chicken for dinner and, since we're working majorly on "sharing" right now, A. offered me some of hers.

Now, this is a tricky situation for me. I'm a vegetarian, so I don't eat chicken, but I also want her to eat hers. Make sense? I'm afraid if I tell her I don't eat meat, she won't either--she'll want to be a vegetarian too. But what do I tell her? No thanks, sweetie, Nanny doesn't like chicken? No thanks, sweetie, chicken makes me break out in hives?

I finally just told her, "Thank you for sharing, A.! That's a great thing to do. But I'm a vegetarian."
(Okay, I'm not copying this from the Ja.ck I.n T.he Bo.x commercial, I swear. This actually happened.)
She laughs and says, "Oh, so you make animals all better!"
(Luckily, little sister E. comes to the rescue and changes the subject. A. is easily distracted.)

**Fast forward**

A. had a huge meltdown, and luckily for me Mr. R. intercepted and I just had E. in the evening. Bath, books, bed, I'm good to go. When Mrs. R. finally dismisses me, I leave their house with a sigh of relief and head for my car. All I want to go do is go home, blog about my crazy day, and get some sleep.

Once inside the car I start driving. It's completely dark outside but by the light of my turn signal, I can see something black on the sun visor above my head. I squint at it and I swear to god my heart stops.

The damn wasp.

Is above.

My head.



I roll down all the windows again, and it's again raining and even colder now. The wasp won't leave. It's still above my head. I put my hazard lights on and pull over. I get out of the car and get a notebook and start swatting at the damn thing. It won't leave. It's crawling on my steering wheel, my mirror, my seat...I'm standing out in the rain and cold, swatting like a crazy person.

Finally, I lose sight of it. I pray pray pray it's out of my car. I'm freaked out, but I'm cold/tired/grumpy/hungry and I just want to be HOME. The entire drive home I leave my windows down and my overhead lights on. I'm also completely distracted--if only I knew where it WAS, I'd feel better!

Luckily I made it home safely. Thank you god, angels, anything--it's honestly a miracle that with all my wasp-induced crazy driving today, I didn't have a wreck.

But now I'm exhausted.

And off to bed.

Yesterday I wished I'd have a day with good material to blog about.


Be careful what you wish for.


Hello, readers!

Sorry for the lack of blogs lately but thank you, thank you for all the wonderful comments on the last few blogs! I suppose my pathetic life IS rather amusing, eh? :-)

Anyway, I hope to have a full update tomorrow after work. Cross your fingers that the girls give me lots of good material!

This past summer I interviewed all my grandparents (with my trusty tape recorder) and I've been busy transcribing them. I spent 5 hours today doing my paternal grandmother's interview. It was an amazing experience and I talked to them all about life when they were kids and how different times are now. The interview (especially the audio) is something I'll definitely treasure, and come Christmastime, the rest of my family will get copies of it too!

More later...


Soooooo....this actually happened. I think I need more sleep.

This morning I was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before going to work. Max, our miniature dashchund, was sitting by my chair patiently waiting for any crumbs I might "drop" (read: feed him). I saved the last bite for him and put it in on the floor (Max LOVES pb&j).

He looked at it.

He looked at me.

He looked at it.

He looked at me.

I didn't want to just leave it on the floor or certain housemates of mine wouldn't be so pleased. Finally I picked it up in desperation and said, "Okay, Max! Here comes the wiggly-worm! He's wiggling, wiggling, wiggling, all the way to your mouth!" all the while zooming the small bite of sandwich around his face.

Then I stopped.

I was doing The Wiggly-Worm on a dog.

Either I need more sleep or I've been nannying wayyyyy too long...


Today E. and I were driving home from her school and I was listening to N.P.R. and I was grumbling about current political situations and such.

Me (listening to the latest Bush shenanigans): That man is CRAZY.
E. (from the back seat, reading a book and, apparently, listening to what I had to say): Yeah, CRAZY.


Me (mumbling inarticulatly, uttering profanities under my breath): $(*#&#$ the Bush administration.
E.: What?

Nothing, sweetie. Nanny's just talking to the radio again.


Hi, everybody!

E. has been a rather reluctant eater lately...seriously not eating much. We're enticing her with anything we can and trying to make food as fun an experience as possible. So, I give you E.'s lunch today:

In case you can't tell, it's raspberries (E. will eat TONS of these, no joke. They're about the only thing she will eat) surrounding fish sticks and tater tots, with a dollup of ketchup in the middle. Yeah, yeah, it's not healthy, I know. But honestly, if I can get the protein from the fish in her, I'm happy. We're also giving her lots of drinkable yogurt, which she likes too. And, on top of all that, I can usually get her to eat more by either doing The Bumblebee, The Wiggly Worm, The See-Saw, and E.'s personal favorite, The Window (where does she come up with this stuff?). Basically it involves me "zooming" the food toward her mouth, either doing a bumblebee, worm, seesaw, etc., motion with accompanying sound effects. The window one--I had to get creative when she requested that.

The Window:
Me *drawing an outline of the window with my finger*: Okay, we're going to open the window and up, UP, UP it goes! Now, we're zooming out the window into E.'s mouth! *zooms the food into her mouth*
E: *laughing hysterically*

Yeah...she's a strange kid. :-)

Here's a weird/funny/typical E. story:

She's had a runny nose for the past few days, and today I reached up to wipe her nose and she says, "My booger green cause I eat gwapes?"

*crickets chirping*

I gave her props for coming up with that. That's pretty darn creative for a three-year-old.

Don't forget to let me know who's lucky #1000!
Edited to add: I was my own 1000th visiter. Greeeeat! :-)


Lucky #1000 is coming up (see counter at bottom)! Let me know if you're the 1000th visiter! (A special shout-out is coming your way...)

*Please please please don't let me be my own 1000th visiter...I'll be nervous everytime I check the blog until 1000 is past!*


Okay, so I have a bit of free time (what a concept) so I thought I'd post some stories and stuff from the last couple of days!

I was getting E.'s lunch ready the other day...

E: I'm thirsty.
Me: I thought you were E.! (ha, ha, terrible joke, I know)
E.: I'm thirsty AND E., silly Nanny!

(That girl is smart as a whip, I'm telling you--for a three-year-old, she's amazingly perceptive and intelligent.)

After I had gotten her milk, she takes a sip and goes, "Mmmmmm, wefweshing!" (refreshing) Cute kid.

So as I mentioned last post, I've been overnight "babysitting" for a 14-year-old boy (babysitting is a loose term, here...basically I'm making sure he does his homework, takes his meds, doesn't stay up all night, etc.) for the past few nights. This is a totally foreign world to me. I only have a sister, and I'm never really around teenage boys outside of school hours. It's been a completely weird experience to have these kinds of conversations in the evenings:

Me: Hey, S.! How was your day today?
S.: *grunts*
Me: Do you want anything to drink?
S.: *grunts* *points to his water bottle*
Me: Do you have a lot of homework tonight?
S.: *grunts*
Me (interpreting this as 'yes'): Oh, man, what a drag.
S.: *grunts*

But it's been fun. He's a really nice kid and he's really talented at playing the guitar. I was reading the other night and heard him start to play "Stairway to Heaven" (one of my favorite songs EVER). It was really cool, just me and this 14-year-old kid, him playing Led Zepplin and me reading.

My life is so surreal right now. This time last year, I was applying to colleges and stressing about senior year and stuff and now I'm working full-time and taking one class in the mornings. It kind of seems like I'm in just an over-long summer and I'll be heading back to high school anytime now. I have a ton of friends who are seniors right now from my old school and it's so weird to think they're at lunch or in P.E. or English while I'm putting pull-ups on the little one or cramming in my own homework during naptime. And it's also weird to think that this time next year I'll be a full-time college student myself--and in an entirely different state (for those readers who don't know me, I've been accepted into a college up north, but I've deferred my admission for a year to earn moolah!). Life is changing like crazy!

Anyway, my spare time is almost up. I've gotta go pick up my sister (just call me Chauffeur Nanny). Have a great day!



Sorry for no posts for a few days--I'm doing an overnight babysitting job for a 14-year-old boy (in addition to school/my other nanny job). Needless to say, with a 14 year old, internet time is limited. He's practicing guitar right now, but I've got to hurry off since he's almost done!

Hopefully I can get a full update in on Saturday.
Love, Nanny


I feel guilty, dear readers.

Every day I feel as if I should come home and dazzle you with my wit and hilarious kid stories. Most days....I got nothin'.

I mean, each day usually brings a new & funny story/situation, but I'm usually not near a pen and paper to jot it down, and danged if I remember it by the end of the day! :-)

A. stayed home from school today (even though I think she was fine--she was in a great mood all day, active, no tantrums) and we did have fun together. Unfortunately, when A. does stay home from school, E. doesn't nap much.

Here's a little equation for your viewing pleasure:

E. + nap = cute and happy kid.
E. - nap = monstrous disaster.

As you probably have figured out, E. didn't nap much. But, brilliant and amazing nanny that I am, I avoided any and all tantrums/meltdowns/major fights, etc. today! WOOHOO!

Don't ask me how I did it. We teetered on the brink of meltdowns a couple of times today, but with my incredible diversionary tactics, hell was avoided. (At least for today!)

AND, as I was leaving, Mr. R. said to me: "You know, we really admire how you put the kids to bed each night. They never go down easily for us [*he means on the one night a week they don't have any help*]. You are an excellent nanny."

I floated out of their house today. I am brilliant. I'm an excellent nanny. What more could I ask for?



E., today during lunch: "I eat this apple so I grow big like a FLOWER!"
(Yes, sweet girl, that's right :-)

A. started throwing up today after school. Wheeeeeee.

Hopefully it's only something she ate rather than a stomach bug. I ALWAYS get stomach bugs when A. gets them--so I'm definitely not looking forward to the next few days. I've been washing my hands constantly & chugging water in the hopes that somehow I'll get lucky and not get sick!

(Aaaaaaand I'm getting my flu shot tomorrow!)

Anyway, I don't have a lot of homework tonight so I'm actually going to curl up in bed and watch a movie. Wow...that sounds so delicious...I can't believe I actually get to do it!!!

More tomorrow...
Love, Nanny


Okay, dear readers, first a question:

My sister is looking for a new laptop. We're on the whole a M.ac family, but she wants a D.ell. She's a student and will be using her computer primarily for that, but also for games (the Si.ms, etc.). Anybody have any suggestions as to a reasonably-priced (a.k.a. cheap), good computer?

Now, to the blog!

May I say that baby miniature dashchunds are the CUTEST dogs on the planet? I saw one the size of a guinea pig the other day. Its ears were so long they were flapping the ground--my god I wanted it!!! We have one at home but he's not a baby, but he's still soooooo cute. He almost looks like a baby pig and he sneezes ALL the time. We love it!

Meet Max:

We've had him for almost 4 years now and we just love him to death. The only problem with him is that sometimes he gets so excited he pees a little bit when we pet him--does that happen to anybody else?


The girls were good yesterday. For her birthday recently, A. got a "Plas.ma Ca.r" (google it--it's SO COOL) so we went around the neighborhood several times so she could drive it. They are way cool--I wish they made them for grownups!

At A.'s school they were studying Johnny Appleseed, so she had all these fun facts to tell us when she got home. She insisted upon being called A. Appleseed for the rest of the day. It was so funny--E. couldn't quite grasp what to call her so she called her "Johnny Appleseed A." All day long she'd say, "Hey Johnny Appleseed A., ..." It was really funny.

Mr. and Mrs. R. were out yesterday evening so the kids and I ordered Italian food and played in the backyard. I have yet to find any mosquito repellant that works in their particular yard...we always are covered in bug bites! Any suggestions on that either???

This is a rather "housekeeping-y" blog, sorry about that :-) D., Zanzi and Sidera are coming over tonight, and we may go bowling. We won't talk about my last game of bowling. Let's just say my score was in the single-digits...!



The Office

was amazing.

'Nuf said.
All right, we're nearing lucky #700! Who'll it be this time?


Another funny E. story:

A. has an appointment every Wednesday afternoon, and E. and I hang in what's called "The Family Waiting Room." There were probably 20 people in the room, varying in age from teeny-tiny to grandparents. E. and I were reading a book about a cayote that was chasing innocent farm animals (sounds terrifying but was in fact cute & funny).

Me (in my super-duper nanny-reading voice): And the cayote said "GRRRRRRRRR!" (insert growling noise here) and chased after the PIGGIES! (oink, oink).
E: Don't worry, he not going to get me. I hab rubber soles on my shoes.


I have NO idea what possessed/inspired that child to say those words, but you know, it sure made me laugh. Along with the other 20 people in the waiting room.



The sunset on my way home today:

A cute E. story from today:

We were at lunch together, and she was VERY excited about chicken fingers & french fries. The waiter guy came over to take our order, and E. prodded me to go first, so I ordered (the veggie plate, in case you were wondering. Healthy, right? Oh, and an extra side of bread & butter. Extra butter. That's right. Yum), and turned to E.

She buried her face under the table.

"E.," I prompted. "What do you want to eat?"
"Can you tell the nice waiter what you want to eat?"
"Okay, ummm, she'll have the kids' chicken fingers and french fries."
E.'s head pops up from under the table. She looks nice waiter guy RIGHT in the eye and says (without missing a beat):
"I scared to order because I SHY."



P.S. I'm nearing the 600th visiter (see counter at bottom). Who will it be???
Evening, all!

Several people have requested "The Babysitter Paysheet," (this is different from what nannies make) so here goes:

The Babysitter Paysheet
Non-driving BS* (you pick 'em up): BASE $8/hr (bare minimum)
1-2 kids: $8-9/hr
2-3 kids: $10/hr
3-4 kids: $10-12/hr
5 kids: $14-15/hr
6+ kids: GOOD LUCK getting a BS!

Driving BS (they come to you): BASE $10/hr
1-2 kids: $10-11/hr
2-3 kids: $12/hr
3-4 kids: $14-15/hr
5 kids: $16-17/hr
6+ kids: see above :-)

This depends on how well-behaved your kids are, and what your BS will be doing--cooking dinner, bathing kids, entertaining kids, putting kids to bed, etc. And if BS is doing any driving with your kids, depending on distances, add $5 for gas money. And if your kids were monsters, throw in a tip, too.

ALSO--we BS's are needy. If this is our first time BSing for you, if you liked us, CALL US THE NEXT DAY. Make us feel better. Say something like, "Hey, thanks for coming last night! The kids really liked you. We'll call back soon!" It's like the 3-day rule after a date--we'll be on pins and needles waiting for your call. If you don't call, it hurts.

Anyway, if you have any more questions, e-mail me or post them in the comments section!

Love, Nanny

*denotes 'babysitter'

P.S. Today was GOOD!


Today was such a great day! I spent it all with D, and even though we did a lot of homework stuff, we still managed to play games :-)

She beat me at hand and foot TWICE, but I beat her at five crowns and phase ten. We won't talk about gin!

Anyway, my weekend posts are kinda dry, but hopefully tomorrow I'll have some fun kid stories to tell. THE OFFICE PREMIERES THIS WEEK! You KNOW it's a great week with that happening!!!

Hey, where have all my comments gone? (Yes, I AM begging for comments.) I'm just curious to know who's stopping by. So if you've visited, let me know!

Love, Nanny

P.S. Just reread the post. GOD I am pathetic, begging for comments and all... Oh well, I don't care.


I feel better about my work situation today. After a slight payment mishap (I'm paid at the end of the week) yesterday, I e-mailed Mr. and Mrs. R. about it and got this response:

You are certainly worth X DOLLARS per week, and I hope I didn’t give offense by not correctly remembering our agreement. I apologize and I will make sure to make up the difference and to get it right going forward.

Also, please don’t hesitate to bring up matters like this – we don’t want you to feel awkward about discussing “employment” stuff, like salary, work conditions, kids’ behavior, etc. We value you as a nanny and as a person and want the best possible situation for our family, so please make sure to bring any concerns you have to us so we can address them.

Thanks, Nanny.

Mr. R.

That made me feel better about things, I don't know why. This week has just been EASIER. D suggested that it was because I had thought about leaving--and I'd certainly be sad leaving the girls. As much trouble as they give me, I love them dearly and I've been with both since birth. I was actually there when A. took her first steps (from Mr. R. to me) and when E. took her first steps (from A. to me, Mr. & Mrs. R. weren't there). I'd miss watching them grow up.

Doubling up work and school is certainly the most challenging thing I've ever done, but slowly it seems to be becoming easier. Hopefully that's not just a fluke! :-)



I just figured out that today was National Talk Like a Pirate Day and I MISSED IT!

Boo. I'm going to bed.


This morning, doing puzzles:

Me: I love you, E.
E.: Okay.

(Thanks, kid.)

This afternoon, in the car on the way to pick up A., with the Beat.les on:

Me (along with the tune of "Come Together"): E. has the cra-a-a-ay-ziest hair (come together!) when sheeee... WAKES UP!
E.: Will you please stop sing? I like my mommy sings bedder.

(I was officially insulted, but gave E. major props for saying 'please.')

This evening, as E. was singing to her stuffed animals in bed, to the tune of The ABC's:

E.: Q, R, S, W, M, X, I hope my letters M, A, B, C, I hope you sing with me.



Hey guys!

I'm still not feeling great sick-wise, but Mr. and Mrs. R. took pity on me and gave me an easy day. Wheee!

This'll be short as I'm exhausted and about to go to bed.

Today, as I was driving to pick up A. from school, I heard on the traffic report that a truck had somehow dumped a load of TEDDY BEARS all over the highway on which I was driving. (!!!) It was on the southbound section, and to get to A.'s school I was headed northbound, so I was excited and hoping the bears would still be there on my way home so A. could see them.

Sure enough, they were! I was expecting big, brown teddy bears, but A. and I didn't see any. But there were a suspicious number of red, white and blue cloths strewn about, which, on further inspection, turned out to be hundreds of tiny Bea.nie Ba.by teddy bears. Go figure!

A. of course wanted to stop and get some, but I convinced her that that was NOT a good idea, seeing as we were going 60 miles an hour down a busy expressway :-)

Anyway, that added a bit of fun to my otherwise mundane day. I had class this morning--I got a 95 on the big quiz I took last Friday. Woohoo!


Much love,
The Nanny


Okay, I feel much better today. Thanks for putting up with my ranting!

Today I wanted to give you a general idea about campus parking at my college (I'm only taking one class there right now. It's in the morning.)

There are several big parking lots, but unfortunately the one closest to my building is also the most popular. Every morning I leave up to an hour before my class starts (the college is 15 minutes away, at most) in order to find and get a parking spot.

Newbie that I was on the first day, I didn't allow that much time. Luckily, clean-livin' :-) somehow graced me with a perfect spot just in the nick of time. But usually, it goes like this:

Pull onto campus and into the parking lot. Don't even look for a spot, there won't be one. Coast up to the front of the school, and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

(There is usually a line of cars before and after me doing the same thing.)

Eventually some poor sap will come walking out toward his/her car, and we ALL jump into action. Whoever's closest to the row the person is entering wins! (I'm usually not that lucky.) Anyway, we'll start following that person, who is walking at about 2 mph, to their car. I mean, we're crawling, people. And hoping that someone doesn't rear-end us.

Hopefully, the person will get into their car and drive away. Sometimes they're cruel enough to let us car-driving people follow them all the way to their car, watch them get in (our hearts beating with the excitement of actually getting a spot!), and then wave us away, as if to say, "No, I'm not leaving now! I'm just catching a quick nap in between classes. Sorry to break your hearts, suckers!", leaving us crushed. That's just unneccessary cruelty, people. That's all I'm sayin'.

We begin the slow drive of shame back to the front of the school and wait to pounce again.

It's taken me up to 30 minutes to park before, and then it's a 10-minute walk to my building. I'm considering walking to school tomorrow.

Or maybe I'll just pitch a tent outside my classroom and stay there overnight.

Much love,
The Nanny


Hi, everyone,

Sorry for the lack o' posting yesterday. It was a pretty brutal day yesterday, and on top of that I'm sick--it makes for a very lovely Nanny! :-)

I'm really questioning working for this particular family right now. I mean, I love nannying, and I've done it for a long time. I know what's "the norm" in the Nanny world and what's ridiculous to expect me to do, and based on yesterday and the day before, Mr. & Mrs. R. are teetering on the brink (no, they've fallen off the brink) of being completely and utterly ridiculous. I know I posted about Mr. R. injuring his back and being bedridden, and about it seeming like I have THREE kids now. Yeah, that's an understatement.

What I did yesterday:

-Picked up E. from school
-Flew to Target with her to get a present for a birthday party A was going to
-Wrapped that present
-Fed E. lunch
-Put E. down for a nap
-Got cold ice packs for Mr. R.
-Fixed & brought up lunch for Mr. R.
-Did four (FOUR) loads of laundry
-Loaded dishwasher
-Unloaded dishwasher
-Took out all trash
-Fixed & brought up a snack for Mr. R.
-Got new ice packs for Mr. R.
-Cleaned up the cat vomit off the rug
-Went to the grocery store
-Picked up Mr. R.'s dry cleaning
-Picked up A. from school
-Entertained both girls (through TWO A. tantrums)
-Fed kids dinner
-Bathed kids
-Put kids to bed
-Fixed & brought up Mr. R.'s dinner
-Replaced Mr. R.'s ice packs
-Was finally dismissed by Mrs. R.

Now, a good 3/4 of those things are definitely NOT in my job discription. I am a nanny, and I take care of the kids. I'll feed them and bathe them and put them to bed, no problem. I do NOT do laundry, take out the trash, clean up cat vomit, go to the store & dry cleaning places, do the dishwasher junk, etc.

I don't know what to do. I've been with this family for a long time now, and I'd hate to leave the kids (even though they do drive me crazy!). But Mr. & Mrs. R. are so dysfunctional, and they fight and scream at each other all day long. Did I mention they work at home? It's just a really tough situation. I've stuck it out for a while, but now...I don't know.

All these questions are running through my head, and I'm stressed enough with school already. If I quit, will I be able to find another nanny job already into the school year? Is Star.bucks my best option? Money money money? Not to mention, what IF I give my two weeks' notice and things get better? What if it doesn't get better and it's just awful for those last two weeks?

I don't know. Sorry to be such a beating with this post! I promise I'll be back to my usual self soon. It doesn't help that I'm sick with A.'s nasty cold (remember when she stayed home from school?).

Anyway, I'm going to sign off now. I think a movie and some ice cream will help!

But in the meantime, anybody looking for a nanny? I'm exploring my options... :-)

Much love,
The Nanny