Oh, Baby!

Oh, you thought my adventures stopped when I left the gym?  Well, you’d be wrong.  Let me tell you a little about my job.  I’m a nanny.

Yes, let that sink in.  This fowl mouthed, life threatening, insane person that you know and love as ‘Ally the Wunner’, is a nanny.

Somehow, I curb my bad behavior and terrible language at the door, and turn on the sweet baby tamer.  Really, I have taken care of children forever, and I think I’ve only accidentally dropped a bomb once (that I can remember).

Anyways, yeah so, while I nanny the future, dumb shit continues to happen to me.  Let me bring you into story time…

I’m out walking the baby, like I do every day, that I am with him.  We have the same route through his neighborhood, and we typically stop at the same points.  Mostly to make sure that he’s not chewing on a leaf (this has happened), or sleeping; Also to get some baby hugs and kisses, which I steal from him quite often.  So one day, we are walking through the neighborhood, and we stop in the shade of a tree on the side of the road.  I am just about to snuggle up to his face and give him some seriously annoying kisses, when this woman pulls up next to me in her Jeep.

‘Did you see the deer?’ she asks.

‘…huh? No…’ I say, while looking at her like she’s crazy.

‘It’s right over there, in that yard.  I watched it cross the street, and now it’s right there’.  She says this while pointing to the backyard of a house that we are standing LITERALLY right next to.

The more she moved her car, the more the deer stared in our general direction.  The woman began to creep her car forward (maybe trying to scare it away?), and the deer seemed to step closer.

At that point, I ‘NOPED’ the fuck right out of there.  All I could think and picture was a deer galloping towards me and the carriage full of precious cargo, and WHATTHEFUCKWOULDIDO? I actually pictured myself pushing the carriage toward a deer and me running in the opposite direction!  I mean, are you kidding?!  That would never happen!!!  We all know I can’t run… I mean, I would also never leave the baby in harm’s way… but for real… ME RUNNING?!

Anyways, for the rest of the walk, I spent my time texting everyone about this new ordeal, and looking back over my shoulder waiting for Bambi to strike.

 

Here’s another ‘funny’ about my time with the Little Man.

So, as I have established many, many times before, I am weak.  Sore, old, and weak.  It doesn’t seem to matter how much weight I lose, or how much I work out and strengthen my muscles… I’m weak.  I’d like to blame most of it on the back injury a few years ago (remember THOSE fun blog entries??).  I mean, when I sit down, the creaking and cracking bones can be heard across the house.  When I stand up, I seem to groan every single time, out of pure necessity.

Well, a few weeks ago, my little one year old nugget muffin began to moan, too.  Every time the kid stands up, he groans… just like me.  When he sits down, he sounds relieved…just like me.

At first I was mortified, because his Dad noticed and said, ‘HAHA! Is he making the same noises as you??’  Then it just became funny to watch this little boy act like an elderly man.  I mean, the fact that he copies me is hilarious, but the idea that he’s copying something so utterly ridiculous makes it even funnier.

Until I remember that he’s copying me….

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‘Deer Face’, to protect the innocent.

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In a New York Minute

Listen… 1 year olds are tough.  To be clear, tough to me means; busy, loud, busy, hungry, busy, and…busy.

Last weekend, I went to NYC to babysit the best little girl in the entire world, my niece Lila.  Between the seemingly hundreds of times that she was sitting down for a snack or meal, we were going places.  Going from room to room to play.  Going to the market.  Going to the restaraunt.  Going to the park.

Now, not being a native New Yorker walking to all my destinations, I tracked each move I made.  I didn’t care if I was going .61 miles.  I tracked it.  I was walking, mostly uphill I’d like you to know, and it was going to count.

I will admit, there was some movement that I didn’t track, and honestly, it made me pretty upset, but in the end, I managed to track about 2.66 miles.  Not bad for just walking to the playground to chase her around with her carriage!  Sad for me, is the fact that I missed the one time I walked the most.  Oh well…

Now, lets just expand this to my walk through Boston.  On Tuesday of this week, my Mom and I made a little business/personal trip to good old Bean Town.  We started out in an office, coming off the T, and then moved onto Faneuil Hall.  After a bit of ‘shopping’ we walked over to the North End, and enjoyed a pastry (no judging).  When we were ricotta cheese’d out, we got to moving out back to Faneuil Hall to drop by a few more shops.  We did a little sight seeing, and walked back to the T station to head home.  Not only was it productive, but we had fun, AND we walked about 1.41 miles.  Success!!

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Lila Loo and Auntie Ally

IMG_5148Mom doing a little touristy business!

IMG_5151Splenda packet for size comparison!  Crazy!