Spent all day Tuesday at my friend Korey’s lake house. Yep. It’s definitely summer.
I started my summer nannying job a couple of weeks ago. There’s three little girls, but as the other two are in school until June, I’m just watching the one year old for most of the day. She’s a cutie and getting paid to see her adorable little face all day ain’t at all a bad job. At the same time, my introduction to constant diaper changing (this includes green poop), crying, aching arm muscles and not being able to sit still for even a moment has made me realize I am nowhere near ready for kids, and I probably won’t be for quite a long time. However, I did strike a deal with my friend Deesh regarding the age I would eventually start a family. I hustled him. See below:
Grayson, who is nine and the oldest of the three that I nanny, comes home on the bus at three. She really likes to play with applications on my Iphone. Here’s what she did to my face today:
Last night Robby gave me his credit card and I went to buy dinner for us. I was at the check out, excited about my spaghetti and meatballs and cinnamon rolls, when I realized that I didn’t have his card. I had lost it. I called Robby, practically in tears, and he calmed me down a little and told me he would just cancel it. Still, no meatballs or cinnamon rolls. I came home and cried on the couch, mad at myself and mad that I didn’t have dessert. Husband comforted me some more and I finally decided if I couldn’t have what I wanted, I would just make do without. I went on supercook.com, typed in the ingredients I had, and learned I could make almond cookies with rave reviews in no time. After putting those in the oven, I searched icing ingredients and eventually made my own make-shift cream cheese/powdered sugar/butter icing. Man. I didn’t know I had it in me. They were great. Buttery and rich and nutty and,best of all, edible! Husband and I both had seconds. Click here for the recipe for the almond cookies. I wish I could give you the recipe for the icing too, but instead of measuring (I had no idea what to measure), I just kept throwing ingredients in until it didn’t taste disgusting anymore.