meagan

The Motorcycle

In order to get Ben to behave at his haircut we used an old favorite, bribery. I told him he could have a toy of his choosing from the Family Dollar store next door if he was good. So we went next door afterwards and he picked a motorcycle that he loves. And Noah loves it too. He loves it so much that Meagan decided that for the sake of all of our sanity she needed to get Noah one also. So she lugged him to the store and he decided that he wanted some small cars he found there instead. She asked if he was sure that he wanted the cars and not the motorcycle and he confirmed that he was. So when they left he was happy. When they got home Noah said, "Where's my motorcycle?" Kids say the darnedest things.

It Takes a Village

Two weeks ago our nanny and friend, Meagan, came to live with us with her son Noah (who is 2.5) and her dog Sierra. If you had told me six months ago that someone would be living with us I would have scoffed at the idea. But the stars collided in this instance. Meagan was the right person and this was the right time. Privacy was a consideration, of course. But frankly, privacy goes out the door with two young children. And parenting can be such a lonely and isolating task. It makes it so much less lonely to do it with someone else during the day when Josh is at work. I have tried thus far to guard her privacy and not tell too many stories out of school. But I told her that now that she has moved in, all bets are off. So these pages will be peppered with stories of Meagan and her posse in the future. One little gossipy bit is that the first week she moved in she got a new boyfriend. Yep. I am THAT good. The fact that we love Meagan, Noah and Sierra makes it all the more special. And Meagan's love for my boys warms my heart. She is not only a wonderful person but an amazing caregiver as well. Her patience seems limitless (unlike some of us, aka ME). I have already learned so much from her good example, not to mention my increased intake of vegetables. AND she does dishes. Jealous, aren't you?