Today I looked up at Nick Jr. and there was a short cartoon on called "Peppa Pig" about a little girl pig and her family who seem to be British.
Does anyone else have a comment on these piggies?!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Peppa Pig
Perhaps my mind is too perverse to be a Nanny.
Today I looked up at Nick Jr. and there was a short cartoon on called "Peppa Pig" about a little girl pig and her family who seem to be British.
Does anyone else have a comment on these piggies?!
Today I looked up at Nick Jr. and there was a short cartoon on called "Peppa Pig" about a little girl pig and her family who seem to be British.
Does anyone else have a comment on these piggies?!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
22 going on 38
This whole being a stay-at-home-Mom thing is starting to make me feel quite old. The car seats in the car. The Pepperidge Farm Goldfish and sippy cup in my purse. The fact that I told a 4-year-old to do something "Because I said so!"
On the way to "Storytime" last week, Hannah and I stopped to run an errand. As I was pushing her in the stroller, I caught in my eye someone who attended my grade school, staring at me wide-eyed. They quickly averted their gaze, but I could read their mind. "Oh my God, SHE has a kid?!?" Checking out at a store, the comments and questions always come. "How old is she!?" "Your daughter is beautiful!" "Oh look, she has Mommy's ____!" [Really, that's funny considering you've never met "Mommy"!] It makes me wonder if I should teach Hannah to hold a sign proclaiming that I'm just her Nanny.
The universe has a way of exploiting insecurities. Today, Tyler, the almost-13-year-old, needed to be taken to school late and thus signed into the main office. With Hannah on my hip and Tyler by my side, I signed along the "Parent/Legal Guardian" dotted line and the Secretary said, "Alright, Mom! We're done with you!"
"No! No! No! I'm just the Nanny," I laughed. "And just for the record - I would have had to be 9 years old when I gave birth if he was my son."
Next stop, botox.
On the way to "Storytime" last week, Hannah and I stopped to run an errand. As I was pushing her in the stroller, I caught in my eye someone who attended my grade school, staring at me wide-eyed. They quickly averted their gaze, but I could read their mind. "Oh my God, SHE has a kid?!?" Checking out at a store, the comments and questions always come. "How old is she!?" "Your daughter is beautiful!" "Oh look, she has Mommy's ____!" [Really, that's funny considering you've never met "Mommy"!] It makes me wonder if I should teach Hannah to hold a sign proclaiming that I'm just her Nanny.
The universe has a way of exploiting insecurities. Today, Tyler, the almost-13-year-old, needed to be taken to school late and thus signed into the main office. With Hannah on my hip and Tyler by my side, I signed along the "Parent/Legal Guardian" dotted line and the Secretary said, "Alright, Mom! We're done with you!"
"No! No! No! I'm just the Nanny," I laughed. "And just for the record - I would have had to be 9 years old when I gave birth if he was my son."
Next stop, botox.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Baby's First Words.
Today, I was reading a lovely little book entitled Baby's First Words to Miss Hannah [who still isn't talking].
It was awfully cute - each page has a category with pictures and words describing the images. For example the theme is animals and on the page you'll find pictures of a cat, a dog, a duck, a pig, and an elephant.
Flipping along we got through animals, sports, and numbers, when we reached the "Around the House" page. Television. Computer. Chair. Pocket Knife. Sink. ---POCKET KNIFE!?!?!
Cheers to you, children's book editors. Good work.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Africa
Once in awhile, kids are absolutely adorable.
I take Drew to pre-school twice a week, and pick him up once a week.
The school is very strict about dropping the kids off. You must wait in your vehicle with them until the teacher comes to get them at 8:35, but you cannot park there before 8:30 as the older children are being dropped off at that point.
When we get there at, say, 8:28 we have to wait in the parking lot which makes Drew very ancy. So, when we were almost to school at 8:25 this morning, I gave Drew two options - he could pick the songs on the radio while we waited in the parking lot or I could drive around.
He picked the latter, thinking that was a very cool option.
We drove into a cute little neighborhood, and I did not even notice the retention basin with tall grass and wheat until Drew excitedly exclaimed, "KAT! We're in AFRICA!!!"
He asked if we could go to Africa when I picked him up from school, too.
Sometimes - maybe like 20% of the time - kids are really cute. The rest of the time they are realllllly good birth control.
I take Drew to pre-school twice a week, and pick him up once a week.
The school is very strict about dropping the kids off. You must wait in your vehicle with them until the teacher comes to get them at 8:35, but you cannot park there before 8:30 as the older children are being dropped off at that point.
When we get there at, say, 8:28 we have to wait in the parking lot which makes Drew very ancy. So, when we were almost to school at 8:25 this morning, I gave Drew two options - he could pick the songs on the radio while we waited in the parking lot or I could drive around.
He picked the latter, thinking that was a very cool option.
We drove into a cute little neighborhood, and I did not even notice the retention basin with tall grass and wheat until Drew excitedly exclaimed, "KAT! We're in AFRICA!!!"
He asked if we could go to Africa when I picked him up from school, too.
Sometimes - maybe like 20% of the time - kids are really cute. The rest of the time they are realllllly good birth control.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
It is Fall.
Can anyone tell me - what the heck is the show Yo Gabba Gabba?!?!
We did NOT have shows like that when I was little.
From what I gather it is a bunch of scary-alien-like characters that exist with an uber-creepy DJ man (pictured in orange hat) who smiles all the time and talks like Brian Fellows from the SNL skit.
Whaaat?!
These people are on crack. Well not crack, more likely shrooms - this stuff is TRIPPY.
FURTHERMORE, celebs are lined up to guest star and dance around while singing songs to children whose parents are whacked out enough to let them watch this show. Jack Black. Rachel Dratch. Some chick from the office. Adam Sandberg. Brad Pitt was DJ Lance for Halloween.
The songs aren't your traditional kiddie show songs...no...they are more like.
"Don't. Don't Bite your friends" and "It is Fall! It is Fall! The leaves are falling everwhere - THAT MEANS IT'S FALL!" in robotic voices.
And...kids love it. I'm worry about when these little tots are going to start running the world.
Seriously. Tune in. And maybe toke up first.
We did NOT have shows like that when I was little.
From what I gather it is a bunch of scary-alien-like characters that exist with an uber-creepy DJ man (pictured in orange hat) who smiles all the time and talks like Brian Fellows from the SNL skit.
These people are on crack. Well not crack, more likely shrooms - this stuff is TRIPPY.
FURTHERMORE, celebs are lined up to guest star and dance around while singing songs to children whose parents are whacked out enough to let them watch this show. Jack Black. Rachel Dratch. Some chick from the office. Adam Sandberg. Brad Pitt was DJ Lance for Halloween.
The songs aren't your traditional kiddie show songs...no...they are more like.
"Don't. Don't Bite your friends" and "It is Fall! It is Fall! The leaves are falling everwhere - THAT MEANS IT'S FALL!" in robotic voices.
And...kids love it. I'm worry about when these little tots are going to start running the world.
Seriously. Tune in. And maybe toke up first.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Clip, Clip. Snip, Snip.
There is one cabinet in the kitchen that Hannah is allowed into. One.
No harm can be done because it only holds papers and a phonebook. Much to Hannah's delight it is not locked, and she can pull all the papers out and throw them everywhere. Then, lucky me, I get to clean them up and put them back until we play this fun little game again.
Well, today, of course Hannah was in said cabinet and I notice she has pulled out an orange folder and all of its contents. Thinking it must be her older brother's homework I took it away from her and began putting the papers back into the folder.
It wasn't homework.
Paperwork. For a vasectomy. Partially signed.
As if the wonderful folks at Nick Jr. knew how mortified I was, Oswald (a musical blue octopus) burst into a musical number that went "CLIP, CLIP. SNIP, SNIP."
I died.
No harm can be done because it only holds papers and a phonebook. Much to Hannah's delight it is not locked, and she can pull all the papers out and throw them everywhere. Then, lucky me, I get to clean them up and put them back until we play this fun little game again.
Well, today, of course Hannah was in said cabinet and I notice she has pulled out an orange folder and all of its contents. Thinking it must be her older brother's homework I took it away from her and began putting the papers back into the folder.
It wasn't homework.
Paperwork. For a vasectomy. Partially signed.
As if the wonderful folks at Nick Jr. knew how mortified I was, Oswald (a musical blue octopus) burst into a musical number that went "CLIP, CLIP. SNIP, SNIP."
I died.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Nannyland
This blog has been a longtime coming. The basic premise? The economy sucks, and - recent college grad that I am- I'm stuck working jobs for which I am over-qualified. My job titles of late? Well let's see we've got:
"Nanny Kat" I've become a baby poop connoisseur. And a stay-at-home-Mom. At the age 22. Here comes the airplannneee.
"babyGap Sales Associate Kat" Would you like a sweater to match the jeans you just shoved into your purse?
"Beauty Representative Kat" You can make your eyes pop in three easy steps!
Jealous? You should be.
A place for me to jot down the ever-comical occurrences of my day-to-day life so that 5 years from now (and oh-dear-God, it better be sooner than that) when I'm happily serving as the Director of Communications for a non-profit, I can look back at this time in my life and laugh. Who knows, by then, I might even miss it.
"Nanny Kat" I've become a baby poop connoisseur. And a stay-at-home-Mom. At the age 22. Here comes the airplannneee.
"babyGap Sales Associate Kat" Would you like a sweater to match the jeans you just shoved into your purse?
"Beauty Representative Kat" You can make your eyes pop in three easy steps!
Jealous? You should be.
A place for me to jot down the ever-comical occurrences of my day-to-day life so that 5 years from now (and oh-dear-God, it better be sooner than that) when I'm happily serving as the Director of Communications for a non-profit, I can look back at this time in my life and laugh. Who knows, by then, I might even miss it.
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