This Mother's Day, we tried (repeat tried) to get a picture of the kids and I - sort of like last years (just minus my 6 week post-partum poundage) seen here...
Here's the best we got...
Some of the many out takes...
|not sure what was going on here|
|girls only...and look who still managed to get in the background (note to self: edit boy out)|
|here I am maniacally flicking him...because I can|
BOYS will be BOYS. Sigh.
Some days, I am just happy he's combed his hair. Really.
|I really do love the boy|
And as if the picture-taking fiasco wasn't enough torture for one day...
I had an interview booked in the late afternoon to meet with (yet another) potential nanny. (catch up here)
So I did what every good suburban mom would do...I picked her up and took her to Starbucks.
We chatted for a while and (dare I say it out loud??), I really liked her. She was smart, well-spoken and very sweet, charming even. I could almost picture myself shopping with her. This is a good thing in my books. Hubby and I had a plan. If she was "meh" I would have a quick coffee with her and call it a day. If she had potential, I would bring her back to the house to meet him. I decided to.
Also a good thing.
I truly believe that kids are sometimes the best judges of character. Both of my older ones took to her immediately. She engaged with them, complimented their cuteness (2 points) and took a genuine interest in their questions.
"Can you make cookies?!"
Ms Ava walked over in her new-walking-drunken-fashion and promptly took potential nanny's sunglasses and waddled away. A smile was even granted. This is looking reallllllly good. We talked for for quite a while and after dropping her off, both hubby and I decided she could "BE THE ONE".
Could our search finally be over?
I tell ya, I certainly hope so.
I am "nannied out".