Nanny City Real Talk
On Friday afternoon I found out that NannyFam and I would be schelpping out to central New Jersey for a watery weekend at NannyMom’s brother’s house (sunset pictured above). Sand, grilling, extended family chitchat, and all of Nick Jr’s finest programming…that sort of thing.
Now, before you catch yourself thinking I live the fab life, I’d like to share this with you…
On Sunday evening I was out on the deck supervising the two-year-old and her ice cream sandwich. Eventually, in an attempt to get every last drop, zee babe cupped her hands, tilted her head back and tried to pour the remnants of her ice cream down her throat. (Yup.) Naturally, after this stunt, the dessert was gone and she was left with a vanilla dress, chocolate chip hair, and drippy arms, legs, and hands. She turned and looked at me with panicky eyes and wiped those hands and that ice cream all down my legs like I was a roll of Bounty. Guys, these are my weekends.
I’ll never look at a Skinny Cow the same way again and I believe I’ve discovered the limit to my Nanny Patience.