nanny in the city

cookie



it should be noted that i spent all night (yes, all night) attempting to make cookie monster cupcakes.

why, you ask?

as an i'll-see-you-in-three-months gift for little zoobie (my nineteen-month-old friend that i look after a few afternoons each week). she loves cuppycakes which shall here-to-for be called "happy-ahs" (derived from happy birthday, of course) and on top of that she is nuts for all the sesame street characters. most especially: elmo, abby, big bird (bia), and cookie (which she pronounces by simply grunting).

so yes, this one little happy-ah took me all night. hopefully, i'll get a few more turned out. but the others are downright terrifying. can you blame me? remember, i'm not particularly adept with frosting.




note: if you're confused as to why i won't see zoobie for three months it's because i'm off for some fresh-air in utah!

my spot in the city.



this morning ruby (my 18-month-old friend) and i attempted to escape the desperate throws of a dying winter by passing our time in the american museum of natural history.

ruby's favorite bit is the giant giraffe in the gift shop.
mine is the set of windows just off the dinosaur exhibit on the fourth floor. you can sit on the benches there and see nothing but the green canopy of central park and light. oh, the light! sitting there i find it impossible not to love this city.

(ps: ruby helped me type this post. she's quite adept with the space bar.)

i was wearing a cnn cap (you know the news network?).


spring skipped new york entirely today.


instead, summer arrived a few months too soon (or at least a few weeks).

but i was determined that zoobie and i would not stay cooped up in the apartment with the air conditioning whirling away. nor would we escape to the bookstore and the comfort of any even bigger central air system.

instead we would go in search of renegade breezes, neigh-neighs (horses), and a lolly-gagging afternoon walk. all to be found in central park.

but after walking, removing again and again our shoes and socks, traipsing up and down countless slides, we. were. pooped. any other day we would have still had some juice in us. but the warm air did us in. and we were ready for naps, both of us.

so i began a circuitous walk home. walking only where there was shade to be found. zoobie was nestled into the stroller a bit like a rag-doll--really back and in the corner. her cheeks were red and we were never far from an eye-rub or a yawn (universal sign of exhaustion). i had a lovely little sweat going. and was hiding behind my beloved red sunglasses and an orange cnn baseball cap.

it was around 80th street that it happened.

it's a funny thing with strollers. when you're pushing one, it's like your part of some club. and you suddenly look at all the other kids and you smile at them and then you smile at the parents and there is this mutual moment of understanding. and because i babysit, i'm an honorary member of said club on the days i take care of my eighteen-month-old-friend.

so back to 80th. i was pushing zoobie and there was another kid in a stroller coming toward us. pushed by their father. their cute father who took a look at zoobie and smiled and then looked at me and smiled, as if to say, cute kid--boy does she look wiped. and i smiled back as if to say, i know, i know. and somewhere in this .3 second exchange i though, oh huh. that's matt damon.

yes, that matt damon.

i'm just gonna thank the gods for that one.

it sure made the dry heat and sweat worth it.

(and i may have looked like a hot mess, but i bet that cnn cap made me look pretty erudite. {and hey, i'll take what i can get}).


understanding.



yesterday i was having a day.

and maybe zoobie was too. because she did not want to wear her shoes. or socks.
and we were outside.

so once we collected all of the said items and finally got home and up the elevator and into the hall, i looked right at the little one.

"oh zoobie," i said.

and she looked right at me
and let out an exaggerated sigh.

she understands me so well,
this seventeen-month-old friend of mine.


zoobie and i during the great snowstorm of 2010.

(zoobie is the little girl i visit and take care of each week,
it is because of her that i get to call myself a sometimes-nanny).