When we first moved here to California, it took me about 4 months to get my nursing lisence transferred from NY. After spending way too many days bored and my skin was practically leather, I decided I better do something in the meantime. This amazing family had a 2 year old at the time and needed a nanny just to finish the school year. I was in. 12 weeks of hanging out at the park, watching noggin and enjoying myself during naptime. Sweet. Oh yeah, and I got paid for it. Really sweet. Fast forward a year to this past summer when the family came to visit Cooper and told me they were adopting a baby. They were taking maternity leave, but wondered if I was interested in keeping the baby in January when they had to go back to work. Sure! I can be with my baby, take care of another and get paid. I was in. Again. Well, today was that day in January. I underestimated the power of two infants in the same house with one person to watch them. Cooper has learned how to make seal noises. Loud ones…ones he quickly taught to Gavin and soon it felt like I was standing on Pier 39 in San Francisco. Cooper also likes his mom to himself, I guess. He really didn’t like that I was giving another baby a bottle and the only thing to help was for him to be fed…at the same time. Fun. I decided the best thing was for me to go for a walk. I strapped Cooper in the baby bjorn, put Gavin in the stroller and off we went. It was 44 degrees this morning, but by the time I went walking, it was 64. Wearing jeans and a sweater, carrying a 20lber and pushing a 20lber in a massive jogging stroller, well, you might imagine how I looked. I was sweating like crazy and hardly made it around the block. It took me longer to get ready for the walk than the actual walk itself. Maybe they will be good playmates. Eventually. Maybe I will come home one day without spit up on me. All I know is, I have never been so thankful for 4:30 in all my life.