Hitler's Nanny

Although, I prefer Au Pair...

I've been coming into my own in this Nanny gig.

This evening, I gave Cavin his first "Time Out" since I've started watching him. And it didn't even phase me. Though I'm convinced he hates me now. I'm no longer concerned with being well liked. I'm more interested in having these little tots mind me. And the Control Freak within is much more interested in WINNING. It's like a game.

Friday night, I had a Hawaiian Stand Off in Island's with Caden when asking him to take just TWO MORE bites of his burger... a reasonable request since I allowed him to jack around in eating all the french fries in the world and stuffing himself with milk to his little heart's content. We sat there for a half an hour. He pouted. He sulked. And then, he took FIVE more bites. Three more than what I had originally required. God damn, I'm good.

I know, I know, I'm quite sick. But they know what they're doing. And they're not the boss of me. I even kept Karnin abreast of their behavior through text messages and told her I had to put Cavin in his place and she agreed. "That's why you're my nanny," she texted.

Cavin is five and old enough to know. He threw a wooden train track at such a velocity, it surely would have mildly wounded his brother of two had it made contact with the toddler's noggin. It came very close. I saw Aston's hair fly up as it whizzed by narrowly missing the back of his pumpkin head.

I calmly but firmly told Cavin not to throw things and explained he could have quite severely hurt his brother. Or at least prompted me to break out the Bactine and Neosporin salve. He was sorry and so I dropped it. Not but an hour later he threw a Mega Block up into the air, where it hit the ceiling fan and ricocheted back towards earth at great speed nearly taking my head off. Not really but it sounded better written that way for a dramatic effect.

That's when the Iron Fist came crashing down and Cavin was immediately banished to Never Never Piss Off your Nanny Land. (He had to sit up against the wall for two minutes.)
So The Rules of the Lough House- Lights Out at 9p so I tucked the munchkins snug into their beds. Cavin went willingly though Aston doth prostest too much. He's in his crib currently, wailing and throwing a slightly gigantic tantrum. And up goes the volume of the widescreen tv... SportsCenter, you know. Besides--It's the law. 9p bed time. And he can howl away all he pleases...

Because just like in outer space, when you're in the crib... "Nobody can hear you scream..."