Y’all know I’m a nanny part-time. For one family. I’ve been hanging with these jokers for some portion of every week for the last year and a half. And I don’t know when it happened, I couldn’t pinpoint the day, but at some point we went from nanny and family to just, well, family. Simply
It’s a good thing I spent time with God yesterday morning. Cause Nanny McAnnie got tested to the extreme. When I arrived at the house, the kitchen was a bit of a mess. [Not a problem, part of the deal, Mom and Dad are both working their tailfeathers off.] So while I was waiting on
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When Nanny McAnnie took it to the streets… actually, to Monkey Joe’s and Moe’s. Cause we had what one might call some “pent up energy”. [If you are reading from an RSS feed, click on over for the video.]
When our collective sanity began to unravel. [If you are reading from an RSS feed, click on over for the 3rd video in this ridiculous series.]
This baby belongs to our tribe. Our crew. Our posse. He was born this morning to my bfry Molly and her hubs Brandon. Being that I’m Nanny McAnnie this week, I wasn’t able to go to the hospital for his birth. The third leg of our bfry trifecta, Haley, kept me updated via texting and
Nanny McAnnie here, reporting from Atlanta. Some friends of mine have gone out of the country and I’m watching their kids. If there is anything that has steadily paid the bills throughout the last 15 years of my life, it has been ye old babysitting. So that part is awesome. Not to mention that I
