For yet MORE M & A stories...
M & A have never had a word for me, like "nanny" or "sitter." T & G call me their baby-sitter when they're explaining that their parents aren't home, but the little ones have never known what to call me to other people. Other kids have said to them "This is my mommy/daddy" and M & A usually say "This is my...um, my Stefanie!" Yeah, it pretty much melts my heart every time...
My boss told me the other day that the whole family was watching "Nanny 911" -- you know, the cable knock-off of "Supernanny" with British nannies who wear capes, funny hats, and ugly shoes. M & A's mom and dad asked them who their nanny was, and they responded that they didn't have a nanny. Then they told them that I am their nanny.
"Stefanie does NOT wear a cape!"
Hahahaha...
Then, later on, M said "Stefanie is not mean to us like those nannies."
:)
Their mom responded, "If you were naughty like those kids she would be!"
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We were doing art projects today, and M was making his own connect-the-dot drawings, pretty much deciding what it was a picture of after he connected the dots. :) After one drawing, he asked if I could draw Mount Everest on the page (and I was pretty impressed that he came up with that!). I drew a generic-looking mountain behind his drawing.
"You can draw the track on there too, if you want," he said.
"What track?"
"You know, the broken track on Everest. From the yeti."
Yeah, he didn't want me to draw Mount Everest. He wanted me to draw the roller coaster Expedition: Everest at Disney's Animal Kingdom. Ha.
And apparently his dots connected to form a yeti. :)
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I had to wake A from her nap today (if I don't, she won't sleep at night). I rubbed her back saying, "Time to wake up, little girl..."
"I couldn't find the 'bicicycle.'"
"The what?"
"The 'bicicycle' -- you know, the Lego one. The Lego 'bicicycle.'"
"You couldn't find the Lego bicycle?"
"Yeah, the Leg-"
And then she finally woke up all the way.
"Did you dream about looking for a bicycle?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said sheepishly.
Cuteness. :)
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Oh, the drama...
I think I mentioned that A wants to change clothes every. five. minutes.
It's cute the first time. It's a little annoying the second time.
The third time? Oh, man...
I was trying to get M and A out of the house to go to the Charlotte Nature Museum. M was ready to go, but A was mad because she didn't approve of the outfit I had picked out for her (when she decided that she didn't like the outfit Daddy had picked). She NEEDED to wear a dress. Of course, she didn't tell me this until we were all the way downstairs (and their house is big -- going upstairs to their room is practically an expedition).
So I decided to be a nice nanny and went back upstairs to pick out a dress. Unfortunately, all A wanted to wear was a little summery dress that was not appropriate for the chilly weather. I found (what I thought to be) a good compromise by getting a long-sleeved t-shirt with dark pink pants and a little pale pink skirt to go over the pants. Totally cute. I do her hair and we get ready to head back downstairs. Then the lower lip comes out. "I need a dark pink shirt." "Well, you don't have a dark pink shirt. The shirt you have on is beautiful." "No, I NEED a dark pink shirt." And so on and so forth until I laid down the law.
"A, you may not change your clothes again. This is the outfit you are wearing today."
Oh, snap.
The lower lip gets stuck out even further. Eyes tear up. A's chest tightens up and she takes a few deep breaths.
"I need my pacie (pacifier)."
(trying not to crack up at the drama) "No, pacies are only for bedtime. It is not bedtime."
More deep breaths. "I need chocolate milk."
Oh, geez.
"No, you may not have chocolate milk because we are getting ready to leave. You may have chocolate milk when we get home."
"I need Mama!"
Hahahahaha...how does a two-year-old have such DRAMA? I should add (lest I seem totally mean and heartless) that I let her wail (and wail she did!) for a minute or two, then I pulled her into my lap for a snuggle. We sat there for a couple of minutes and then she started giggling over something. All was forgiven and we headed downstairs to put some shoes on.
A turns three in a couple of weeks. 3 is the new 2, people. YAY. :)
It's cute the first time. It's a little annoying the second time.
The third time? Oh, man...
I was trying to get M and A out of the house to go to the Charlotte Nature Museum. M was ready to go, but A was mad because she didn't approve of the outfit I had picked out for her (when she decided that she didn't like the outfit Daddy had picked). She NEEDED to wear a dress. Of course, she didn't tell me this until we were all the way downstairs (and their house is big -- going upstairs to their room is practically an expedition).
So I decided to be a nice nanny and went back upstairs to pick out a dress. Unfortunately, all A wanted to wear was a little summery dress that was not appropriate for the chilly weather. I found (what I thought to be) a good compromise by getting a long-sleeved t-shirt with dark pink pants and a little pale pink skirt to go over the pants. Totally cute. I do her hair and we get ready to head back downstairs. Then the lower lip comes out. "I need a dark pink shirt." "Well, you don't have a dark pink shirt. The shirt you have on is beautiful." "No, I NEED a dark pink shirt." And so on and so forth until I laid down the law.
"A, you may not change your clothes again. This is the outfit you are wearing today."
Oh, snap.
The lower lip gets stuck out even further. Eyes tear up. A's chest tightens up and she takes a few deep breaths.
"I need my pacie (pacifier)."
(trying not to crack up at the drama) "No, pacies are only for bedtime. It is not bedtime."
More deep breaths. "I need chocolate milk."
Oh, geez.
"No, you may not have chocolate milk because we are getting ready to leave. You may have chocolate milk when we get home."
"I need Mama!"
Hahahahaha...how does a two-year-old have such DRAMA? I should add (lest I seem totally mean and heartless) that I let her wail (and wail she did!) for a minute or two, then I pulled her into my lap for a snuggle. We sat there for a couple of minutes and then she started giggling over something. All was forgiven and we headed downstairs to put some shoes on.
A turns three in a couple of weeks. 3 is the new 2, people. YAY. :)
Interrupting the hiatus...
I'm such a sporadic blogger. I seriously think about blogging at least a couple of times a day...then by the time I get home from work it escapes me and I put it off for another day...Plus with the layout I have picked out I can't blog from my iphone...darn it! :(
My life has been anything but dull, though. Last month my sister Megan and her friend Cathryn flew down from Michigan to visit us for their spring break, and while they were here we took a little vacay to DISNEY WORLD! We did all four parks -- Magic Kingdom, Epcot, Animal Kingdom, and Hollywood Studios -- in just four days. Holy exhaustion. But SO much fun. Here's a few pics:
We had SO much fun. Scott and I always said that we wanted to go to Disney before we had kids so we could do what WE wanted to do and then once we have kids take them and do the things THEY want to do. As we were walking around the parks, Scott and I kept turning to each other saying "I can't wait until we have kids so we can bring them here one day!" To see kiddos experiencing the magic of Disney was a big part of it being such a great trip.
Work has been good...A was pretty upset she couldn't come to Disney with us. I took Meg and Cathryn to say hi to them the day before we drove to Orlando, and A definitely tried to get in my car to come with us. Soooo cute. She got sad when we told her she couldn't go but then convinced her that her mom would miss her too much. :) She is also in a stage where she likes to wear four or five outfits a day with at least one of them being a bathing suit. M is quickly becoming all boy. He's 4 1/2, so I know he hasn't been a toddler for awhile, but I'm still shocked at how grown up he is. Last week was spring break for them, so I got some quality time with T and G too (they're usually in school while I'm there). We went to the playground and played Play-Doh and listened to heavy metal SpongeBob music (don't ask!). We had a pretty fun (and pretty un-exciting) week together...
So, as I'm typing this I have two pups leeched onto me. Cash is in my lap and Rosie could not be laying closer to me if she tried. I'll admit that I'm a little worried about when we have a baby. These two are used to being the babies. They are snuggly and needy most of the day. Our friends Jon and Rachel watched them while we were at Disney (thanks, guys!) and Rachel said that a lot of the time she had both dogs PLUS both of her kids (a toddler and an infant) on her lap all at the same time. WHAT A TROOPER. And what a glimpse into my future. :)
p.s. We're not pregnant. Yet. Not officially trying. But it will probably be soon. Yikes.
My life has been anything but dull, though. Last month my sister Megan and her friend Cathryn flew down from Michigan to visit us for their spring break, and while they were here we took a little vacay to DISNEY WORLD! We did all four parks -- Magic Kingdom, Epcot, Animal Kingdom, and Hollywood Studios -- in just four days. Holy exhaustion. But SO much fun. Here's a few pics:
We had SO much fun. Scott and I always said that we wanted to go to Disney before we had kids so we could do what WE wanted to do and then once we have kids take them and do the things THEY want to do. As we were walking around the parks, Scott and I kept turning to each other saying "I can't wait until we have kids so we can bring them here one day!" To see kiddos experiencing the magic of Disney was a big part of it being such a great trip.
Work has been good...A was pretty upset she couldn't come to Disney with us. I took Meg and Cathryn to say hi to them the day before we drove to Orlando, and A definitely tried to get in my car to come with us. Soooo cute. She got sad when we told her she couldn't go but then convinced her that her mom would miss her too much. :) She is also in a stage where she likes to wear four or five outfits a day with at least one of them being a bathing suit. M is quickly becoming all boy. He's 4 1/2, so I know he hasn't been a toddler for awhile, but I'm still shocked at how grown up he is. Last week was spring break for them, so I got some quality time with T and G too (they're usually in school while I'm there). We went to the playground and played Play-Doh and listened to heavy metal SpongeBob music (don't ask!). We had a pretty fun (and pretty un-exciting) week together...
So, as I'm typing this I have two pups leeched onto me. Cash is in my lap and Rosie could not be laying closer to me if she tried. I'll admit that I'm a little worried about when we have a baby. These two are used to being the babies. They are snuggly and needy most of the day. Our friends Jon and Rachel watched them while we were at Disney (thanks, guys!) and Rachel said that a lot of the time she had both dogs PLUS both of her kids (a toddler and an infant) on her lap all at the same time. WHAT A TROOPER. And what a glimpse into my future. :)
p.s. We're not pregnant. Yet. Not officially trying. But it will probably be soon. Yikes.
Whoa...
I told my boss today that we're thinking about starting to try to have a baby.
That makes me freak a little bit, because it makes it real. Ahhhhh!
On a side note, A looked at me today during lunch and asked "Dinkin' what I'm dinkin'?" (Dinkin'=Thinking, FYI). Hahahaha...I love two year olds who memorize little catchphrases like that and then use them at inappropriate times. Hahahaha...
That makes me freak a little bit, because it makes it real. Ahhhhh!
On a side note, A looked at me today during lunch and asked "Dinkin' what I'm dinkin'?" (Dinkin'=Thinking, FYI). Hahahaha...I love two year olds who memorize little catchphrases like that and then use them at inappropriate times. Hahahaha...
I'm baaaaaaack...
Soooo...
Apologies on the nearly year-long blogging hiatus. I would like to think that I'll keep up with it this time, but who knows...life may intervene and take my attention away again.
For today, a simple post...a story from work today that has made me laugh every time I think about it. My job is to hang out with some great kids. T (11 1/2), G (10), M (4), and A (2 1/2), oldest and youngest are girls and the middle two are boys. I'm with the younger two during the day (except for the few hours they're at preschool) and the older first thing in the morning (depending on the day) and after school for awhile...
A was 3 months old when I started and it's pretty amazing to have watched her grow up. She is one of the girliest girls I've ever met, which her mom blames on the fact that she prayed for a girly girl while she was pregnant (T, the older daughter, is a little bit of a tomboy). Her "faborite" color is pink, and on any given day you can find her dressed up as any of the Disney princesses. She gives me instructions how many ponytails she wants every day (1 or 2) and the littlest speck of dirt must be brushed off of her arm instantly when we play outside. She also loves her "pacie" and would love if I would let her have it all day (rather than restricting it to naptime and bedtime). She has a "faborite" pacie that is (of course) light pink, and she even has a "pacie drawer" in the kitchen where she will throw her pacies in the morning when she wakes up.
When it was time to lay down for a nap today, I told her she could go get a pacie from the pacie drawer. She ran into the kitchen and opened up the drawer, but she could only find a pacie that was not her "faborite." She held it up and said "I don't like this pacie." Then -- and I saw her entire thought process -- she looked down at her outfit (a pink Disney princess sweatsuit), back at the pacie (which was pink and yellow), and put the pacie on her shirt to see if it matched. Then she looks back at me and says "Oh, I like this one now," and popped it in her mouth. Hahahahaha...what a girl...
Apologies on the nearly year-long blogging hiatus. I would like to think that I'll keep up with it this time, but who knows...life may intervene and take my attention away again.
For today, a simple post...a story from work today that has made me laugh every time I think about it. My job is to hang out with some great kids. T (11 1/2), G (10), M (4), and A (2 1/2), oldest and youngest are girls and the middle two are boys. I'm with the younger two during the day (except for the few hours they're at preschool) and the older first thing in the morning (depending on the day) and after school for awhile...
A was 3 months old when I started and it's pretty amazing to have watched her grow up. She is one of the girliest girls I've ever met, which her mom blames on the fact that she prayed for a girly girl while she was pregnant (T, the older daughter, is a little bit of a tomboy). Her "faborite" color is pink, and on any given day you can find her dressed up as any of the Disney princesses. She gives me instructions how many ponytails she wants every day (1 or 2) and the littlest speck of dirt must be brushed off of her arm instantly when we play outside. She also loves her "pacie" and would love if I would let her have it all day (rather than restricting it to naptime and bedtime). She has a "faborite" pacie that is (of course) light pink, and she even has a "pacie drawer" in the kitchen where she will throw her pacies in the morning when she wakes up.
When it was time to lay down for a nap today, I told her she could go get a pacie from the pacie drawer. She ran into the kitchen and opened up the drawer, but she could only find a pacie that was not her "faborite." She held it up and said "I don't like this pacie." Then -- and I saw her entire thought process -- she looked down at her outfit (a pink Disney princess sweatsuit), back at the pacie (which was pink and yellow), and put the pacie on her shirt to see if it matched. Then she looks back at me and says "Oh, I like this one now," and popped it in her mouth. Hahahahaha...what a girl...
A glimpse into my future...
So, this week has been hard. Really hard. Work has been stressful, because both kids are sick (plus my hubby), which means that I am sick. Plus I'm trying to get Kindermusik stuff all figured out, and it's coming along very slowly.
On Wednesday, for the first time in the year and a half that I've been a nanny I felt like a mom. I had to take A to the doctor because she had an ear infection. No big deal, I thought when her mom asked me the evening before if I could take her. I've taken her lots of places. How is the doctor any different?
Wow. Was I in for a shock. She was fine until we got back in the room and the nurse took her temperature. I have never been clung to more tightly. Then the doctor came in and tried to listen to her heart. The poor woman got smacked in the face, and I got little nails dug into me. And then the ears. Oh, the ears. It took me basically laying on top of her legs and holding her arms while the doctor held her head and cleaned out her ears so she could examine them. A was screaming and sobbing the whole time and all I wanted to do was push the doctor out of the way and hold this poor little girl.
A few minutes later, we were done, and I realized I had made my fatal error: I FORGOT TO BRING A PACIFIER. WTF. She cried the entire way out to the car, the entire way to CVS to get her antibiotics, and while we were in CVS until I did something that I hate -- I helped her turn to food for comfort. That's right, I opened up a bag of mini Chips Ahoy and let her (and M) eat them for the twenty minutes we were in line to drop off the prescription. (I should mention that M was a perfect angel the entire time. He tried to distract A during her appointment, he tried to cheer her up with her sticker from the doctor. Basically, he was an amazing big brother.) When we finally got up to the register we found out it was an hour wait to pick up her medicine, so we went home (after paying for a half-eaten bag of cookies) and got the "pacie" and snuggled for awhile. Then she got to take a nap. Me? Nope...I got to play with a 3-year-old and try to hide my exhaustion. He had been such a good boy all day that I wanted to make sure we got lots of quality time while A was sleeping.
His turn was coming, though. I went to pick him up from school on Thursday, and his teacher said she didn't think he was feeling well. He didn't eat his lunch or a birthday cupcake that a little girl brought, which is a big deal for him. This kid loves his food. He came running out to hug me and he was pale and his eyes were so sick-looking. We got out to my truck and he burst into tears..."I want to be at home!" he wailed in the middle of the parking lot. We got home, I put A in bed for her nap, and I took his temperature. 102.8 degrees. Fabulous. Meanwhile, I'm starting to feel like crap. I can't breathe through my nose, my head is aching, and I'm soooo tired. I gave M some children's Tylenol and laid him down on the couch watching The Backyardigans while I went to the kitchen to call Scott to bring me some medicine. Apparently my conversation was disturbing him:
"Who are you talking to out there, Stefanie?" M asked me.
"Mister Scott. He's going to bring me some medicine because I don't feel very good, either."
"Me too."
"I know, buddy. But your medicine is going to make you feel better soon."
"Maybe Scott could bring two medicines to my house."
The kid can even make me smile while he's laying half-conscious on the couch watching cartoons. :)
The rest of my nine-hour day (ugh) involved finding cartoons for M, trying to get him to drink water, checking and re-checking his temp, and dealing with a cranky A when she woke up (part of the reason she was cranky was because she had poked M in the face after he finally fell asleep, and I scolded her...she was not happy).
And I worked today (normally my day off). And I'm working tomorrow for a few hours (Saturday). I love my job, and I love those kids. I would do anything in the whole world for them. But I'm still not feeling well, so I'm just praying that God reaches down and miraculously makes me feel better. Like in the next five minutes would be nice.
On Wednesday, for the first time in the year and a half that I've been a nanny I felt like a mom. I had to take A to the doctor because she had an ear infection. No big deal, I thought when her mom asked me the evening before if I could take her. I've taken her lots of places. How is the doctor any different?
Wow. Was I in for a shock. She was fine until we got back in the room and the nurse took her temperature. I have never been clung to more tightly. Then the doctor came in and tried to listen to her heart. The poor woman got smacked in the face, and I got little nails dug into me. And then the ears. Oh, the ears. It took me basically laying on top of her legs and holding her arms while the doctor held her head and cleaned out her ears so she could examine them. A was screaming and sobbing the whole time and all I wanted to do was push the doctor out of the way and hold this poor little girl.
A few minutes later, we were done, and I realized I had made my fatal error: I FORGOT TO BRING A PACIFIER. WTF. She cried the entire way out to the car, the entire way to CVS to get her antibiotics, and while we were in CVS until I did something that I hate -- I helped her turn to food for comfort. That's right, I opened up a bag of mini Chips Ahoy and let her (and M) eat them for the twenty minutes we were in line to drop off the prescription. (I should mention that M was a perfect angel the entire time. He tried to distract A during her appointment, he tried to cheer her up with her sticker from the doctor. Basically, he was an amazing big brother.) When we finally got up to the register we found out it was an hour wait to pick up her medicine, so we went home (after paying for a half-eaten bag of cookies) and got the "pacie" and snuggled for awhile. Then she got to take a nap. Me? Nope...I got to play with a 3-year-old and try to hide my exhaustion. He had been such a good boy all day that I wanted to make sure we got lots of quality time while A was sleeping.
His turn was coming, though. I went to pick him up from school on Thursday, and his teacher said she didn't think he was feeling well. He didn't eat his lunch or a birthday cupcake that a little girl brought, which is a big deal for him. This kid loves his food. He came running out to hug me and he was pale and his eyes were so sick-looking. We got out to my truck and he burst into tears..."I want to be at home!" he wailed in the middle of the parking lot. We got home, I put A in bed for her nap, and I took his temperature. 102.8 degrees. Fabulous. Meanwhile, I'm starting to feel like crap. I can't breathe through my nose, my head is aching, and I'm soooo tired. I gave M some children's Tylenol and laid him down on the couch watching The Backyardigans while I went to the kitchen to call Scott to bring me some medicine. Apparently my conversation was disturbing him:
"Who are you talking to out there, Stefanie?" M asked me.
"Mister Scott. He's going to bring me some medicine because I don't feel very good, either."
"Me too."
"I know, buddy. But your medicine is going to make you feel better soon."
"Maybe Scott could bring two medicines to my house."
The kid can even make me smile while he's laying half-conscious on the couch watching cartoons. :)
The rest of my nine-hour day (ugh) involved finding cartoons for M, trying to get him to drink water, checking and re-checking his temp, and dealing with a cranky A when she woke up (part of the reason she was cranky was because she had poked M in the face after he finally fell asleep, and I scolded her...she was not happy).
And I worked today (normally my day off). And I'm working tomorrow for a few hours (Saturday). I love my job, and I love those kids. I would do anything in the whole world for them. But I'm still not feeling well, so I'm just praying that God reaches down and miraculously makes me feel better. Like in the next five minutes would be nice.
3-year-old logic
A conversation M and I had on the way home from preschool:
M: Hey, Stefanie...
Me: Yeah, buddy?
M: On my next birthday, I'm going to be... [long pause]
Me: [trying to help] Four?
M: No... [thinking really hard]...twenty...ummm...five!
Me: [laughing] Twenty-five?
M: Yeah! That's how old I'll be.
Me: Did you know that I'm twenty-five right now?
M: Yeah! And on my next birthday, I'm going to be twenty-five!
Me: Well, it won't be very long before you're twenty-five. But three is a pretty good age, too. I think being three is lots of fun.
M: [dreamily] Yeah...
M: Hey, Stefanie...
Me: Yeah, buddy?
M: On my next birthday, I'm going to be... [long pause]
Me: [trying to help] Four?
M: No... [thinking really hard]...twenty...ummm...five!
Me: [laughing] Twenty-five?
M: Yeah! That's how old I'll be.
Me: Did you know that I'm twenty-five right now?
M: Yeah! And on my next birthday, I'm going to be twenty-five!
Me: Well, it won't be very long before you're twenty-five. But three is a pretty good age, too. I think being three is lots of fun.
M: [dreamily] Yeah...
Puppy Troubles in Fall Time...
It's funny...before I had a blog, I always felt like I had a lot to blog about. Something would happen, and I would think, "If I had a blog, I would definitely write about this." Now that I have a blog, I can't come up with anything to blog about, no matter how much I try. That being said, I apologize for the mundane nature of this post!
Today was a beautiful day. Outside, I mean...inside the house was not quite so beautiful. I have a sick hubby and a sick puppy, so life's been a little icky these past couple days (well, if you had experienced what we experienced with Rosita's tummy troubles, you would know that it was a LOT yucky!). Luckily, I did get to leave a couple of times, to give a piano lesson and run a few errands, so I got to see what a beautiful day it was.
I love fall. I always forget how much I love fall until it rolls around on the calendar. It's just such a beautiful time of year. M (the little boy I nanny for) has been so excited about fall. All throughout the summer when the wind would blow and pine needles would fall out of the tree, he would ask me if it was fall time yet. Then one day he woke up from his nap yelling "Stefanie! Stefanie!" (which is very unusual, because he's a slow "waker")...I asked him what happened and he's starts shouting at the top of his lungs, "The leaves on the trees are orange! It's fall time! Come on, come see!" So, A (his little sister) and I ran upstairs to look at the window, and he was right...the neighbors across the street had the first orange trees in the neighborhood. He was so excited, and it was so fun to see him so excited...now everyday after preschool we crunch leaves in the grass and look at how the trees are changing. I'm definitely going to be sad when there's no more leaves for us to walk through!
I leave you with a sad little pic of our sick puppy...doesn't she break your heart? :(
Today was a beautiful day. Outside, I mean...inside the house was not quite so beautiful. I have a sick hubby and a sick puppy, so life's been a little icky these past couple days (well, if you had experienced what we experienced with Rosita's tummy troubles, you would know that it was a LOT yucky!). Luckily, I did get to leave a couple of times, to give a piano lesson and run a few errands, so I got to see what a beautiful day it was.
I love fall. I always forget how much I love fall until it rolls around on the calendar. It's just such a beautiful time of year. M (the little boy I nanny for) has been so excited about fall. All throughout the summer when the wind would blow and pine needles would fall out of the tree, he would ask me if it was fall time yet. Then one day he woke up from his nap yelling "Stefanie! Stefanie!" (which is very unusual, because he's a slow "waker")...I asked him what happened and he's starts shouting at the top of his lungs, "The leaves on the trees are orange! It's fall time! Come on, come see!" So, A (his little sister) and I ran upstairs to look at the window, and he was right...the neighbors across the street had the first orange trees in the neighborhood. He was so excited, and it was so fun to see him so excited...now everyday after preschool we crunch leaves in the grass and look at how the trees are changing. I'm definitely going to be sad when there's no more leaves for us to walk through!
I leave you with a sad little pic of our sick puppy...doesn't she break your heart? :(
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