I make excellent gravy. Just for the record.
It takes a special kind of person to take care of two infants at once. I’m not special in that way.
I am so jazzed that we found a nanny who is an Association Montessori Internationale-certified instructor to care for Baxter and our nanny-share baby L, who’s 2 months older than Bax. She starts caring for both kids today, which gives me a week for self-care, projects, and generally getting myself into fighting shape before I start back to work next week.
My office and our master bedroom is on the top floor of our house, so Amy The Nanny will care for both babies downstairs and I’ll work upstairs. We set up a changing table downstairs for both kids as well as a bassinet and some play areas. Neither kid is mobile yet (shew), so we don’t have to Xtreme Baby-Proof the house until then.
I have been making alterations to Amelia’s room, which is part playroom and part bedroom. She was asking about it (possibly working up to being upset about it) when I had the brainstorm of telling her that on schooldays when she goes to her preschool, her bedroom magically transforms into… Baby School!!! That seemed to make her feel better about the encroachment of the babies into her space. 🙂
My biggest challenge this week will be ignoring the inevitable crying that Baxter will be doing while (a) he and Amy work out their relationship and (b) he gets used to being one of two babies that is being cared for. Currently I’m playing OPB really loudly on the computer… but I also have earplugs handy just in case.
Tom just asked Amelia, “What’s the difference between a cupcake and a muffin?”
I’m very glad Baxter doesn’t have
Haemophilus influenza type B
…that being said, getting immunized for ALL EIGHT AT ONCE when you’re only 9 weeks old might be a bit much. Poor little guy (and me) – next time I’ll space them out a bit.
I can’t even remember what shots we’re going to get today, but somehow I remembered to bring a blanket for him. Seems like I was hauling around a lot more crap when I took Amelia in for the first time.
Is it just me, or does running around desperately trying to get maximum chores done while the baby is sleeping make everyone feel manic? And get “Modern Major-General” stuck in your head?