Nanny Life, The Dumbest Decision I Ever Made + Nap Time

So, I guess this isn't the worst decision I've ever made, not even when nannying, but it IS pretty stupid, but keep in mind, I hadn't had coffee yet.

So I'm playing Legos with Toddler, (yay Legos) and finishing my breakfast of oatmeal (yay breakfast) while Baby, is napping (yay naps) and we're all having a grand old time, I mean, really, outside of not having coffee, life is great!

So as I said, we're playing when I hear Baby crying, so I get up, and start taking care of her, when I see this is going to take a lot longer than I thought, I go and put up the gate so he (Toddler) can't reck havoc in his Dad's office (one of his favorite things), and of course I feel genius for having the foresight to do this (I have forgotten many a time), and get back to putting Baby back to bed, well, not only did it take longer than I thought it would, I FELL ASLEEP TOO.

I wake up to the sound of Toddler yelling "I need to get oooouuuttt! I need to get ooouuutt! Do you want your oameaw? I need to get ooouuutt! Oameaw? Do you want your oameaw?!" It takes me a minute to figure out what Toddler is saying and then "crap! I left my oatmeal!" But I'm still cuddled up with Baby! Must. Leave. Warm. Cuddly Baby. Must move arm out from under her head. I'm free! Maybe he (Toddler) won't have done anything yet! Really though, who am I kidding?

I get there and... "Oh no."... Okay, so it really wasn't that bad, but I didn't that, you see he had MOVED my bowl from one side of the room to the other, anything could've happened. Luckily, (more like proof my Jesus loves me) it was only on him, his chair (easily wipeable) and.. The floor?! The wonderfully carpeted floor.... Somehow, I'm not quite sure how, I managed to get it all off the floor relatively easily.

And there ends the story of one of the dumbest things I've ever done.


Toddlers' are something else. They remind me of this everyday.

Nap time

I laid him (Toddler) down on his bed and told him it was nap time, not to get up, and sang to him for a bit, he seemed tired, so I left. Come back, he's playing with his Legos, put him back in his bed and tell him if he gets out of bed again, we won't be able to play cars, he says okay, still looking tired, and I go. Come back, he's not playing Legos, now he's sprawled across the floor re-enacting a book with his little toy people, put him back in bed, and as I do so, he looks at me with those huge beautiful eyes and says "play games after I go sleep and wake up?"
"Maybe," I say "as long as you don't get up again."
And you'll never guess what he did after I left... He got up... Again.

But this time, he thought he was sneaky, this time, he was sprawled across the floor with his feet (toes, really) on the bed, and when he saw me he says (quite cheerfully) "I'm on the bed!" 'Sigh' I give up. It's not worth it. But it is a bummer this kid's not gonna get to play all the fun games I had in store for him.

And this was my day. How was yours?

CG