(This is not Lily. In fact, I don't know who it is I got this picture off Google in order to protect Lily's' identity.)
I gave you a list of my top 5 favorite things and I am getting so many great responses as to what other nannies/mommies favorite things are and I will definitely post them soon! But for now I feel like its story time.
This past summer had some record high heat waves, I felt rather lazy in 100 degree weather and was looking for something to do with Lily*, now 29 months but around 23 months at the time. Something that didn’t require a 2-mile walk up and down the hills of the South Bay. I settled on setting up the swimmy pool. Her parents told me to set it up on their rooftop deck. See, in LA it is beyond rare to have a backyard and in the South Bay it is even more implausible. The closer to the beach, the closer the houses are to each other, so out door space is basically out of the question for 99% of the homes I visit. I’ve been working with Lily for a year at this point and her parents had recently signed her up for swimming classes; anything to do with a bathing suit was fine with Lily so this plan seemed flawless. They then told me to use her new bathing suit that was required by the swim class. It apparently bypassed Little Swimmer diapers and was going to make my life SO easy. I didn’t trust this idea at all but they were overly confident. I went with it. They left. The pool was filled up on the roof and waiting for Lily in all its glory. I put her in the magical bikini and walked her up a few flights of stairs (the deck is technically the fourth floor of the townhouse.)
This was great! I was outside getting sun on my Snow White legs and she was splashing around and having the time of her life. Perfection. Until I noticed the pool change from crystal clear to a sewer. The magical diaper bikini was full of crap. Literally. It was a nightmare. I had to think quickly and ignore how utterly disgusting this situation was becoming. I decided to wrap her in a towel, run her down several flights of stairs, and put her in the bathtub. She thought this whole thing was hilarious. I was trying not to puke. I managed to clean the soaking wet poop off of her and her dumb bikini. After the bath I called the parents and asked what I should do with the giant plastic toilet on their rooftop deck. I was praying that they would say they’d be home soon and they would take care of it. Their response: “Um, if you could empty it as much as possible that would be great.” My silent response to that: “What?!? How the heck am I going to do this?!?” I didn’t want to leave Lily alone in fear bad things come in multiples, so, I grabbed a cleaning bucket, some rubber gloves, and a cup and threw Lily on my hip. I ran up and down a flight of stairs from the deck to the bathroom carrying a 2 year old in one hand and a bucket of poop water in the other. At least 8 times. I was a sweating repulsive trainwreck by the end. The parents came home just in time for me to have cleared majority of the water and release me.
They thought it was hilarious too.
This past summer had some record high heat waves, I felt rather lazy in 100 degree weather and was looking for something to do with Lily*, now 29 months but around 23 months at the time. Something that didn’t require a 2-mile walk up and down the hills of the South Bay. I settled on setting up the swimmy pool. Her parents told me to set it up on their rooftop deck. See, in LA it is beyond rare to have a backyard and in the South Bay it is even more implausible. The closer to the beach, the closer the houses are to each other, so out door space is basically out of the question for 99% of the homes I visit. I’ve been working with Lily for a year at this point and her parents had recently signed her up for swimming classes; anything to do with a bathing suit was fine with Lily so this plan seemed flawless. They then told me to use her new bathing suit that was required by the swim class. It apparently bypassed Little Swimmer diapers and was going to make my life SO easy. I didn’t trust this idea at all but they were overly confident. I went with it. They left. The pool was filled up on the roof and waiting for Lily in all its glory. I put her in the magical bikini and walked her up a few flights of stairs (the deck is technically the fourth floor of the townhouse.)
This was great! I was outside getting sun on my Snow White legs and she was splashing around and having the time of her life. Perfection. Until I noticed the pool change from crystal clear to a sewer. The magical diaper bikini was full of crap. Literally. It was a nightmare. I had to think quickly and ignore how utterly disgusting this situation was becoming. I decided to wrap her in a towel, run her down several flights of stairs, and put her in the bathtub. She thought this whole thing was hilarious. I was trying not to puke. I managed to clean the soaking wet poop off of her and her dumb bikini. After the bath I called the parents and asked what I should do with the giant plastic toilet on their rooftop deck. I was praying that they would say they’d be home soon and they would take care of it. Their response: “Um, if you could empty it as much as possible that would be great.” My silent response to that: “What?!? How the heck am I going to do this?!?” I didn’t want to leave Lily alone in fear bad things come in multiples, so, I grabbed a cleaning bucket, some rubber gloves, and a cup and threw Lily on my hip. I ran up and down a flight of stairs from the deck to the bathroom carrying a 2 year old in one hand and a bucket of poop water in the other. At least 8 times. I was a sweating repulsive trainwreck by the end. The parents came home just in time for me to have cleared majority of the water and release me.
They thought it was hilarious too.
*Moral of the story: Always be over protective when it comes to situations that could leave you elbow deep in poo water.
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