It's winter here in Philadelphia, and that means that all the gardens are going to bed. And no one is hiring me to teach little ones about plants, which I thought might happen. But no matter, I can wait and network and plan, that's what the winter is for. In the meantime, I am babysitting for a wonderful family that I worked for when I lived here before, because a girl's got to eat.
Harry and Arnie, 5 and 3, are the sweetest, smartest, most polite, most creative little rascals you've ever met. I love them to pieces and I want to put those pieces in my pocket to keep forever. Even when they're bad they are loving and smart and reasonable, if you know what to say to them. Which I'm learning, slowly.
Here's a day in my life with these munchkins . . .
. . . the playroom, looking relatively pristine . . .
. . . creative chaos . . .
. . . drinking milk with two hands . . .
. . . "quiet reading time," aka trying to sneakily get a nap in, aka looking at the squirrels outside for an hour and jumping back to look at pictures when something interesting happens in the book . . .
. . . colorful container full of seeds from a "berry hunt" . . .
. . . collecting leaves to make a collage . . .
And there you have it, my life as a nanny. And I love it (for now :) ).