Today was the last official day of nannying. We still have a week of beach time with the twin tornado, but this is the beginning of the end. Friends of mine reacted to the news that I'd be nannying this year by passing out or laughing hysterically before intoning with some concern "you're kidding ... right?" I've never been a baby person, and I'm not much of a sentimentalist, but I totally busted out crying today while changing diapers. It's official. I've dealt with chicken pox, coxsachie, flu, ring worm, heat rash, sick-and-well-baby check-ups, up-every-two-hours nights, vomiting, spitting, biting, car seat installation, all manner of poop, rehydration-by-dropper, enough baby einstein to incapacitate any previously sane adult, and lived to tell about it.
I'm going to miss the little buggers. I have totally fallen in love with them, and it rips my heart that by the time we get back down for a visit, they won't remember us at all. But I know my little monsters are well on their way to growing up big and strong like little boys do ... and one day they'll come up to Alaska to visit us, and we'll be sitting around the yard with some sweet little girl from down the road they've made friends with, and I'll say ... "Turtle, you used to spit your food back out of your mouth at me, and I'd scoop it up off your chin, and turn around with the spoonfull of spit-up-goopy-baby-food to Monkey and say 'yummy! open wide ...' "
What a good terror of an Aunt I'm going to be.
2 comments:
you and peter have been such good caretakers for them!
Woman, you are amazing. (Peter too.) What a great "parenting boot camp" you've been through! You'll be so much more prepared and confident with your own firstborn than we were.
Be sure to offer to tell stories at the rehearsal dinners for their weddings! I bet you've got some good photos you're going to save for that purpose as well?
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