I bring comfort and love when boo-boos appear. I kiss the tears away.
I sing them lullabies, and make smiles run from ear to ear.
And it is in the tiny moments when I hear, "Miss Saiyah you sing bitaful (beautiful)." or "Miss Saiyah I wuv you," that make even the crappiest of pants so completely bearable.
Today we learned patience. When Miss Saiyah is on the phone, and you say, "Stop dat talking now," I will give you a warning and if you get fresh with me again, timeout. 3 minutes, Bub.
After some tears and a wee little hissy fit, loud enough to wake the dead, we kicked it old school. I find that Scooby Doo and "milkadees" works wonderfully for the two-year-old. And a York Peppermint Patty with some lukewarm water does wonders for the six-year-old. Along with some mighty good cuddling via Miss Saiyah*, it's the best. Nothing tops the feeling that I get, knowing, these kids think I am "the bomb."
*Miss Saiyah is pronounced: Miss Sigh yuh
But the kicker part to nannying is that after I tuck the boys into bed and kiss their handsome little noggins good night, is that I can hand them over to their amazing and gracious mom and say, "They were so so good." And then take my happy little butt home and be an adult again.
It has never been work to me. Always nannying. always fun and rewarding. Always one of my favorite things in the world.
Puglsey came home from Golden and we're about to watch a movie, Law Abiding Citizen. I'll be sure to tell you my criticisms tomorrow.
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