Listen, I don't even know if our nannies have diaries, but if they did I bet they would call them "journals," because that's way more mature. And I bet there would funny story or two in those journals about how dumb Bradlee and I are.
Did you catch what I did up there? I casually mentioned that we have not one, but TWO nannies who help us with the boys while we are at work, thus making us sound rich, fancy and unabashedly glamorous. We are absolutely NONE of the above, but we do have two awesome nannies (and one awesome former nanny, who we are happy to say quit for education- and location-related reasons, and not because our boys are nuts).
How do two teachers end up with two nannies? I am pretty sure it has a lot to do with God providing us with our current house, which has three bedrooms and a nice common area in the basement, complete with its own basement-entry door (but the girls come in the front door, which we like). He obviously knew we had another kid on the way long before we ever did, so he was providing us a way to live in the future. And it helps that we have been involved in a pretty great college ministry over the past few years (not as much now, what with the two babies and all).
It's a win-win-win.
THE NANNIES get to live at our house for free. As a bonus, they get to hang out with the two coolest parents (yep...I'm sure they agree with that) and the two craziest little boys in Missouri! Actually, they might just get to learn what NOT to do as far as parenting is concerned, but we are still learning, too.
WE get free childcare from some of the best college girls you'll ever meet, and we don't have to drive the kids anywhere or pick them up after a long crazy day at work. That saves us around $800-900 per month, and as a bonus for us, we get clued in to some of the trendy things college kids are doing, such as...
- listening to Need To Breathe (and going to concerts on a school night!)
- watching "Catfish"
- eating Oikos Greek Yogurt (YUM) and Voila! meals
- wearing cool-kid clothes
And Brody and Brecken get to play, play, play all day long, without even leaving the house or changing out of PJs.
Now, if only we could work out a deal with a cook and a maid!