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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Hahahahaha...
Okay, so even though I'm not active at all on it, I'm a member of Twitter, which is basically a place for short (140 characters or less) blogs. A place full of Facebook status updates, if you will. Much like Facebook, you have followers on Twitter, and people who follow you also. When you follow someone, their "tweets" show up in your feed. Even though I haven't tweeted in MONTHS, I still check in about once a day to see what people are talking about.
One of the people I follow is Ingrid Michaelson...she is one of my absolute favorite singer/songwriters and a pretty witty person (her blog is good for a laugh, too). One of her tweets made me laugh out loud today, so I thought I'd share it:
HAHAHAHAHAHA...no other words necessary... :)
One of the people I follow is Ingrid Michaelson...she is one of my absolute favorite singer/songwriters and a pretty witty person (her blog is good for a laugh, too). One of her tweets made me laugh out loud today, so I thought I'd share it:
what does corn really do for you? i mean...if it comes out exactly the same, how could it possibly be benefiting me nutritionally?
HAHAHAHAHAHA...no other words necessary... :)
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...
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...
I'm sure this made God giggle a bit...
So, I co-teach (with A) the K-5th grade class at our church. Yesterday, I realized that I had gotten done with the lesson way too early, so I decided to play a nice game of Hangman with the kids using some descriptive words of God that we had talked about during the lesson. Teams were boys v. girls, it was the boys' turn, and the board looked like this:
__ O R __ I __ I N G
I asked the team spokesperson for a letter, and all of the sudden M (L & A's son) appeared to have an epiphany.
"Do you have a guess?" I asked hopefully.
"Boring?" M asked innocently.
A and I lost it. Luckily, the word was "forgiving," so I'm sure that M was forgiven about thinking "boring" was a good way to describe God. Actually, I'm pretty certain that God may have been laughing as hard as we were...
__ O R __ I __ I N G
I asked the team spokesperson for a letter, and all of the sudden M (L & A's son) appeared to have an epiphany.
"Do you have a guess?" I asked hopefully.
"Boring?" M asked innocently.
A and I lost it. Luckily, the word was "forgiving," so I'm sure that M was forgiven about thinking "boring" was a good way to describe God. Actually, I'm pretty certain that God may have been laughing as hard as we were...
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