Sweet baby stories

It is mornings like this when i LOVE my job, especially on a beautiful Friday before a holiday weekend. Every morning when i come to work my day always starts off with a story of something i missed from earlier in the week. This morning Blond Baby hurried up to me as fast as her tiny two year old feet could carry her and began babbling on and on in the sweetest tone of voice. i could only understand about every third word but i nodded with a smile, she always seems to appreciate the effort i put in while doing my best to follow along. she took my hand and led me to the stairs, on the way she scooped up an old news paper that had been left aside by her mother or father, and carefully carried it up stairs as she led me to her perfectly pink princess bedroom. She tosses the paper onto the bed and tells me she needs to read the news so i have to tuck her in. Afer she is all snuggled in her Disney Princess bed covers i ask if there is anything good in the news "nope, never" well does the news say anything about the big scary storm. "no, but the ice balls were falling with the rain and the trees flewed so high, but its alright we'er otay".

i think if i could have a super power it would be to read minds, what i wouldnt give to be inside the mind of a child, to listen to all the simple joy-filled thoughts, pondering in depth about things us adults take for granted. Hearing how the wheels turn in their imaginations, the creations of all the elaborate make believe worlds they spend hours playing in.

One of the good or bad things about being a Nanny is that no day is EVER the same, you never know how the day will turn out. Even though today started with a sweet baby story, it ended with a run away five year old. Crabby Baby, desided to invite herslef over to a neighbors house and before i could say yes or no she ran right out the door with out any shoes of or even telling me where she was going. As i went out after her Blond Baby ran out the door to stop her sister so i had both babies running bare foot down the street. After i caught BB, i began nice and calmly calling for Crabby Baby. This is where i went through every version of parenting i have learned in my many years of psychology. NONE worked, i even pulled out my phone and had a fake conversation with her mother about how sassy and a naughty she was being at the moment. Nothing phased her she kept walking away and even quickend her pase. Finally i found myself bare foot in the middle of the street with a 2yr old on my hip screaming at CB to "get her bottom back her RIGHT NOW!'... i had just become "that crazy woman". It took me walking all the way down the block to her and using the angryiest voice i could come up with till she finally slowly and reluctantly began to walk back to the house, as huge sobs came rolling out. Stomping and yelling she eventually made it back inside where she spent the next 20mins SCREAMING in her room, till she came down stairs asking for a treat....