Meet the Nanny

As predicted, it was a more difficult transition for me than the baby when our nanny came over for a couple hours this week.

The good news is that God sent the nanny from heaven. Her name is Brenna and I play soccer with her and her daughter, who is my age. Brenna also has a new granddaughter who is nine months old. Brenna is well versed in the ways of babies and children, having raised three of her own.

Of course when I left to run some errands I had Baby Einstein music in my head... and I noticed I was driving conservatively, so what did I do? I cranked up the crazy techno and drove like a maniac! Hell yeah!

Then I went to Target to buy wipes and pacifiers. I'm such a bad ass.

I was here for a while working around the house and Dahlia didn't cry once. Everyone was calm. The house was quiet. Brenna folded the baby's laundry, gave her a bottle and all three of us were happy.