I am on holidays until January 10th. This is lovely, as I've not had any vacation time (apart from Thanksgiving) since I started work in August. It is also strange, as I miss the boys by the end of each weekend; who knows how it will be after two whole weeks!
On Christmas Day, I got a call from the family. The boys wanted to wish me a Merry Christmas and tell me what Santa brought them. It was an adorable and chaotic call. Apparently, C asked if it was "a Beth day" early in the morning. While on the phone, he asked if they could come to my house in the morning to see me.
Two days into my time off, I found myself promising to stop by for a visit sometime (granted, I forgot a camera card that I would like to have back). But I'm not surprised. It's the obvious build-up after a great month of work. The visit fell through, but a second phone call reminded me that I have indeed fallen in love with these boys.
December was the best month so far. We're all hitting our stride.
G broke the touch barrier with me - I can now get away with an occasional squeeze or tickle, and he no longer moves away every time I sit too close to him on the couch. He confided in me that he'd hidden candy in his room, and then asked, wide-eyed, "But you have to promise not to tell Mom and Dad where it is if you find it, okay?"
When C found out that I have never been to their tropical island vacation destination, he invited me to come with them. When I said thank you, but I think it's just his family going... he said quite solemnly, "Well, we're going to miss you while we're gone. We are really going to miss you." And on the last day before the holidays, G suggested I stow away in his suitcase to come along; although I should be careful because some things explode at high altitudes...
So while I'm loving my time off this week, I am also excited to get back in the groove with The Family (that's how it is in my head). I am glad that I enjoy my job. I think everyone should be a nanny before they have their own kids.
Kidding.
Kind of.
On Christmas Day, I got a call from the family. The boys wanted to wish me a Merry Christmas and tell me what Santa brought them. It was an adorable and chaotic call. Apparently, C asked if it was "a Beth day" early in the morning. While on the phone, he asked if they could come to my house in the morning to see me.
Two days into my time off, I found myself promising to stop by for a visit sometime (granted, I forgot a camera card that I would like to have back). But I'm not surprised. It's the obvious build-up after a great month of work. The visit fell through, but a second phone call reminded me that I have indeed fallen in love with these boys.
December was the best month so far. We're all hitting our stride.
G broke the touch barrier with me - I can now get away with an occasional squeeze or tickle, and he no longer moves away every time I sit too close to him on the couch. He confided in me that he'd hidden candy in his room, and then asked, wide-eyed, "But you have to promise not to tell Mom and Dad where it is if you find it, okay?"
When C found out that I have never been to their tropical island vacation destination, he invited me to come with them. When I said thank you, but I think it's just his family going... he said quite solemnly, "Well, we're going to miss you while we're gone. We are really going to miss you." And on the last day before the holidays, G suggested I stow away in his suitcase to come along; although I should be careful because some things explode at high altitudes...
So while I'm loving my time off this week, I am also excited to get back in the groove with The Family (that's how it is in my head). I am glad that I enjoy my job. I think everyone should be a nanny before they have their own kids.
Kidding.
Kind of.
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