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Paris, Je T’aime: Are You Dreaming Of Paris?

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Dreaming Of Paris

I’ve been dreaming a lot lately. As I mentioned before about finding my happy place whilst trapped in a weekend rut, life get’s busy. Deadlines come crashing down with the full weight of expectation, the daily grind seems mundane and life feels just a little bit too trivial. The outlook and forecast indicates too much routine and not enough adventure. It feels boxed in, planned out, and lacking in spontaneity.

I don’t know about you, but this escalates my anxiety to high alert level. I simply have too much I want to see and do and accomplish to be at ease with the concept of stagnating. Even if it is merely a product of my own perspective.

When this happens I always start dreaming again. The lure of faraway places and the prospect of yet to be discovered cities begin whispering temptations in my ear. Sometimes it’s to a little hideaway on a tropical island. There’s an open white sandy beach, a hammock swinging in the shade of a palm frond and a beach-side villa looking out onto the sparkling blue water. Other times, it’s to a green rustic cabin deep within the faraway woods in a destination like Tasmania or Canada. Mostly though, the call of a bustling city speaks to me.

The city of lights, otherwise known as Paris, calls to me in my dreams. Sometimes it’s dirty, sometimes cold, sometimes awash with colour and life and sometimes strange and intriguing. Though always familiar. The language delighting my ears, the people exciting, the views picturesque, the culture vibrant and intoxicating.

I’ve always felt a connection to Paris and the country of France. As a little girl I began to learn the language in school and from there the notion took off like wildflower. I guess you could say the culture had well and truly sunk its teeth into me. The voice in my head telling me that’s where you’ll go, that’s what you’ll do, that’s the place for you.

They say that Paris is the city of love. The city of romance, where couples go for a special weekend away, where partners travel to renew their vows, where young people decide that the language holds all the answers. And it’s true you know, the beauty of romance within the city.

In fact, I was in love each time I visited. Real heart wrenching, all-consuming love. Not with some gorgeous man in a béret and striped shirt in Montmartre, non pas du tout. Although I wouldn’t have minded one bit if that had have been the case!

Instead, I was in love with myself. I was in love with life and in love with the city around me and at the idea that I was there to revel in it. The cold stark bitterness of the long European winter, the sudden floral youth of Paris in bloom in the springtime, and the vibrant hustle and bustle of a city once again come alive for summer had seduced me.

Since then it has been a romance settled in for the long haul. The intrigue of a culture so fond and proud of itself, the forebears of cuisine as we know it, and the home of champagne, croissants, and Angelina’s chocolat chaud too good to pass up.

The clichés of a parisian lifestyle put a glint in my eye and a sticky note in my brain. I don’t ride a bike, but oh how I long to ride my rustic spindly bike along the banks of the Seine. I don’t make a habit of eating bread, but how I long to buy fresh crusty baguettes from the boulangerie as I pass by in the evenings. To rip off the butt and munch on it like the parisians do. I also don’t wear a lot of makeup or adorn my outfits with embellishments, but how I long to coat my lips in a sultry red lipstick, wrap a woolly scarf around my neck and add a tan duffel coat to saunter the 4th and 5th arrondissements.

Mostly though, I just want to live it. I want to use my french all day everyday, erasing my tacky Australian accent and to make use of the good knowledge I hold. I want to use it to have a grown up conversation instead of falling back on it to impress the new cute french waiter at my local café or to teach the kids to count to ten.

What I really want to do is jump on a plane en route to Paris, set up house in a quaint little apartment like Rachel Khoo in The Little Paris Kitchen and pretend that I too can share in an exotic lifestyle. I want to go to the artisanal markets and argue with the grumpy old man over the price of his olives, only to pay him full price, and to hang beautiful vibrant flowers off my balcony because my tiny apartment doesn’t get enough sunshine and warmth.

I want to escape my realities to those in my dreams. I want to reunite my heart with its love. I want to revamp the routine of life and make sure that no two days are the same, and that this girl shall not stagnate.

Until then I shall have to be content to retreat to my memories at the slightest mention of the word Paris, bringing a renewed glint to my eye at the suggestion and a faraway dreamy look to my face. Because if you ask me, Paris is always a good idea. And so I leave this as a gentle reminder for myself, and for you out there also grappling with a strong desire to uproot and jet off to a faraway yet to be discovered land:

Dear Paris,
Wait for me. We will meet again someday soon, I promise.
Paris, je t’aime. xo

Have you felt the call to pack a bag and travel off to a faraway land? What’s your “if only I could escape” destination? Have you been to Paris, did you like it? Did you fall in love?

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March 23, 2014 By Hope @ Nanny Shecando Filed Under: Lifestyle

The Nanny Life (5 Things About My Job)

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Working as a nanny must be one of the most rewarding jobs out there in the career field of today. Instead of the office buildings, corporate politics and concrete jungle, you report for duty in where it’s almost mandatory to spend your days outside. This is called discovery and can cover anything from picnics in the park to giant playgrounds, sunny beaches to market shopping, educational play centers to a full day’s outing at the zoo. On days when the weather doesn’t suit, the play room gets a solid work out with arts and craft, games, Lego, and dress ups before moving to the kitchen to splatter flour across every surface and drip gooey eggs down the cupboards. Of course there is a catch, as any nanny or childcare provider will tell you, you must love kids.

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The Nanny Life (5 Things About My Job)

If your idea of kids and being a nanny is to have a quick game of peek-a-boo and then pop on a movie to amuse themselves whilst you curl up on the couch sipping tea, high-five to you. Please let me in on your secret because I’d love to know how you get those kids to sit still!

Because looking after kids takes real effort, especially if you want them to sit still and look interested. Not only must you love kids, you must also understand them. You’ve got to know how to handle them at their best, but most importantly, when at their worst. Plus, if you’ve got a baby or a toddler, you better be really talented at doing everything one-handed whilst toting a lug of squidgy baby around on your hip.

As fellow nannies, childcare workers, and full-time mummies and daddies are all too familiar with, here are ‘5 Things You Didn’t Know About My Job’.

IT’S MESSY

Yep, that’s right. Kids create mess. Sometimes I marvel at just how much mess they can make in the space of a short amount of time. No amount of regular tidying, organising and preparing can combat the destruction that will occur within 5 minutes of them arriving home from school. The cushion you just poofed in the carefully presented show room will look as though a bomb just went off.

Food will be dropped, cups of milk will be spilt and the plate of fresh baked cookies will find themselves on the floor being inhaled by the dog if the sticky fingered toddler has anything to do with it. You will bend down to tie someones shoelaces and they will sneeze all over you just as you look up to face them. The kids will empty half the sand pit from their shoes onto the just vacuumed floor even though you told them not to take their shoes off inside and dirty hand prints will become the new-look wall paper.

The key thing I’ve learnt is that no matter how hard you try to prevent something from happening, the likelihood is that if kids are involved it will happen. Best prepare yourself for it and except it. In the nanny life, mess is a reality of the job. Everyday I leave for work freshly showered and smelling of french vanilla and come home smelling of spit up, of little sweaty bodies, sometimes of poo (I know you’ve all been there too!) and often sporting an unknown but suspect substance lodged in my hair.

IT’S STRESSFUL

Yes lollipops, cupcakes, colouring in and games can depict the essential tasks on a good day, but they aren’t always so easy, free, flowing and fun. It would be more accurate to say that these activities almost singlehandedly contribute to the devastating amounts of mess and destruction mentioned above. I don’t know about you but I can be a little bit of a control freak, especially in the kitchen. Relinquishing that control and love of perfection so that cookies can resemble smudges of brown gooey blobs and muffins turn out to be over-beaten, dense cakes can take a bit of getting used to.

Every day to-do lists are made, jobs are to be done, time schedules are to be kept. Commitments are to be up-held, there are errands to run and too many places to be all at once. Also, don’t forget that you’re doing all of this with kids. Which means you’re on their time, the slow turtle time. I’m sure you know as well as I do that kids, especially toddlers, don’t have any concept of time much less a sense of urgency.

For a nanny, as with anyone attempting to go about their day with a toddler attached to their legs, you must accept that plans will go forgotten, dinner will not be made lovingly, craft activities will be left half-finished on the dining room table and that load of washing will still be in the washing machine at the end of the day. Serial offender on that one. Bugger! 

A bad day in the nanny life can mean one big blur of running against the clock to make the impossible happen. Each day I vow to be more organised, to get more done, and to tick more boxes so that we can have even more fun. Yet each evening I go home telling myself that I did my best and tomorrow I’ll try again.

IT’S (SOMEWHAT) THANKLESS

The nanny life really can be something special. It offers the chance to stay forever amongst a world in where magical fairy tales and make believe stories are the most important part of the day. For the kids, their happiness depends on whether they decide to dress up as Little Red Riding Hood or Rapunzel, knowing that if they play their cards right they’ll get to lick the bowl of the banana muffins now baking in the oven. The days can be full of smiles, laughter, giggles, and cuddles.

But it can also be harsh and cruel. Kids will counter arguments with, ‘but mum doesn’t make us do this,’ and ‘mum makes it better, I don’t like this,’ after you’ve just made their favourite cheesy lasagne for dinner as requested. They will force you into the centre of their ongoing sibling rivalry and ask that you take sides. They’ll then resent you either for taking sides, or for refusing to take sides. Either way it’s a losing battle and you may as well secure down the hatches and prepare for the onslaught of tears for the next half an hour until you can distract them with something shiny.

Some days, no matter how exciting the activities were, no matter how much fun you had together, they will still go running to mum when she gets home. They will answer ‘nothing‘  when she asks what they’ve done that day and shrug in noncommittal when asked if they liked spending the day with Nanny.

The nannylife can be a thankless job at times. Parents come home stressed and tired to worn out and grumpy kids exhausted from a big day of adventure. Sometimes how are you’s and thank you’s go unheard amidst the war over bathtimes and bedtimes. Sometimes children say mean things, and it hurts. Every few days I walk out the door in the evening after a day that seemed endless and question whether the kids really like me or if they’re just making the best of a situation they have no control over.

IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT LITTLE PEOPLE NOTICE

Little people, little things, major moments.

When you spend every day with kids and you share their high points, help them through their challenges and watch them grow, you do start to see them as (your) kids. It happens that way when you work in their home, day in and day out and get to know them really well. Familiarity means you get to notice and understand the little intricacies unique to each person.

As a nanny, these kind of observations are like gold and are stored in our toolboxes for later use. Crucial, potentially life changing moments, can hang in the balance. Unless you can pull your rabbit out of the hat, your Mary Poppins spoonful of sugar and defuse the situation, before you know it you will be facing a problem escalating to tantrum status that ain’t nobody got time for!

When I take the time to remember that Miss6 likes her sandwiches cut into squares instead of triangles, that Miss11 prefers light purple to dark purple, that bub likes munching on cheese sticks but doesn’t actually like cheese, and even how BossDad takes his coffee, I’m doing infinitely better in the super nanny stakes. You get real ‘super nanny’ points if you’re able to remember where you last saw Snuggles, the much-loved teddy, 5 minutes after you were already supposed to be at prep. Or if you can remember where BossMum took her shoes off three days ago and left them and when the family dog was last vaccinated.

IT’S HEAVY

As a nanny, you’re hired to look after children (sometimes many) for a set amount of hours each day. You’re expected to do this on your own, without the aid of others, not as a babysitter or an au-pair and not as a mother’s helper. Generally speaking, a nanny has sole care of his/her charges. The Nanny is tasked to make many important decisions for the child, to supervise their growth and education and to influence their development into young people. The responsibility is big! As I mentioned recently when talking about the guilt experienced when a child is injured in your care, the responsibility you have for young children can mean the difference between happy lives, and endangered lives. Food allergies, health concerns, house hazards, driving risks, stranger danger and many other scenarios are all factors that a nanny must consider each day and act so to prevent the worst from happening.

Further reading: This Nanny Gig, It’s huge. Not On My Watch

Another reason, a heavy reason if you’re a bit of a worrier like me, is the constant comparisons and questioning that can go on in your head if you let it. As a trusted carer for the children, with an average of around 38+ contact hours each week, the burden of being required to make all of the important decisions can be taxing to the uninitiated.

Everyday I question something. From should I have been stronger and tried to let her self settle a little more before picking her up to am I doing enough educational activities with them? From is Miss6 getting enough attention in the afternoons in-between the scramble of activities, chatterbox Twins and baby, to should I be finding a play/social baby group for Miss Viv already? Should she have been exposed to more kids her own age by now, would a mothers/carers & bubs exercise class be beneficial for her or is it just a self-indulgent excuse for me to bludge a little on work time. The list could go on and on forever if you’re not careful.

This last reason is something that I’m sure you’ve all faced at one time or another. I know Dad Down Under was just saying how easy it was to question yourself as a parent. It’s something that I know BossMum deals with every day too. From ‘should she be back at work already’ to ‘should she be at home with her kids instead of hiring a Nanny’ to ‘have I hired the right nanny to suit my kids.‘

It’s a big deal this nanny life. Yes a lot of the times we get to have crazy amounts of fun and games, but there’s also another side to it that most people don’t see. On the other hand, anyone with kids knows all too well what I’m talking about! Despite these 5 things about my job in the nanny life, I honestly truly do love kids. The cuddles, the smiles, the laughter, the energy and the adventures make it all worthwhile. The opportunity for a Peter Pan lifestyle is just too great to pass up.

The opportunity for a Peter Pan lifestyle is just too great to pass up. #nannylife

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March 19, 2014 By Hope @ Nanny Shecando Filed Under: Nanny Life

Are You Trapped In A Weekend Rut?

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The Weekend Slow Down

(Trapped In A Weekend Rut) I found my happy place this morning. Lately, it’s been missing. Most days lurking just within reach but not quite comfortable.

It turns out it was at the Saturday produce markets. Of course my happy place would be hanging out wherever a little bit of culture could be found. I should have known.

Slowing down and un–winding at the markets had not been my plan for the weekend. Twenty-four hours ago my plan had been the same as it is most weekends. The routine of getting up early, enjoying a quick coffee and hitting the study books to maximise my time and kick some goals is usually how it goes. It has become the norm, so much so that when people ask how my weekend was, it takes me a moment to remember what I actually did.

You could say I’m trapped in a bit of a weekend rut. I’m sure you know how that goes, being stuck in a rut. The burden of being required to do certain things because they have to get done, but never really wanting to do them. The problem being that because you don’t really want do them, nor appreciate them, it never really feels like you accomplish much of anything.

Luckily for me and my happy place, I came across two interesting snippets of information yesterday that helped me forge a new perspective. As I was reading Sophie Hansen’s ‘Friday List’ from Local Is Lovely, she reminded me that the local North Sydney Grower’s Market was happening. And sow the seed was planted (pun intended), because, how I do love the markets and a little adventure!

The second snippet was this article from Blog Society, another great resource I’ve been reading lately. She simply summed up how I’ve been feeling about being trapped in a weekend rut. It being something that comes with working full time and studying a degree whilst sustaining a relationship and attempting to create a fulfilling lifestyle.

Because, as I’m sure you know, it turns out that once you have a finger in too many pies, you find yourself being pulled in so many directions that you can’t quite decide which pie is your favourite. No less which pie you really want to choose. I mean please, I want to have my pie and eat it too. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for, do you?

With my sights set firmly on the markets, the sultry allure of a vibe that fosters creativity, awakens the wanderer inside and offers the chance to discover something new, I decided to follow the words of Blog Society and let myself take a break. I remembered that my body and soul needs a rest too.

And guess what happened; I found my happy place!

There was live music, fresh cut flowers, crisp French pastries, and crates of over-flowing colourful produce all wafting in the aroma of roasted coffee beans. For me, the Saturday markets was a little bit of paradise in the midst of everyday surrounds.

I toted my big woven basket bought specially for this kind of produce foraging and stocked up on my favourite organic lemon myrtle soap, some lovely blooms to lighten up the dining table and picked up some specialties for a creative and inspired weekend dinner.

But mostly, I just sat.

I sat, and I smiled, and I took it all in. I revelled in the moment and the beauty of life, appreciating that it was all a part of my life. I let myself enjoy the weekend in its purest form, the way it should be.

Naturally, it helped that the strums of a flamenco guitar could be heard in the background that was later joined by an electric fiddle. It gave the setting a unique gypsy vibe, something that’s often found in abundance in places like Byron Bay but not always so easily found in the busy hustle of Sydney city.

Suddenly the creative juices were flowing. The priorities seemed to organise themselves. The decisions no longer difficult, and the tasks no longer arduous. I returned home with a spring in my step to the beat of some sexy salsa, my tummy full of delicious food, a little sunshine by way of a bunch of gorgeous yellow sunflowers, and brimming with fresh resolve.

It was the perfect antidote to what was a busy week. Live in the moment and happiness abounds.

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March 15, 2014 By Hope @ Nanny Shecando Filed Under: Lifestyle

Do You Want To Be Time Rich?

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Hello there! Do you like the new banner? I’m a little bit proud you see, I made it myself. With a program, on a computer. This is something just a little bit special. Because, I’m hopeless with computers. I have a MacBook Air now, it’s my baby. I got it because I spilt a cup of coffee on my old laptop and it died. See, hopeless with computers, case and point! Why am I telling you this? Firstly because I’m hoping that you can sympathise with me? I’m not the only one who struggles with technology am I? The other reason, because I’ve been dabbling with computers and stuff lately! Why, you ask? Because,

The Nanny Shecando blog has been updated!

A facelift, a new address, some changes here, some changes there; spring cleaning at it’s best. Today, on what is usually Photo Love Friday, I’m giving you the details and letting you in on a proposition for how I can make you more time rich!

We’ve Moved

Changes have been abound here at Nanny Shecando in the last few weeks. Incase you didn’t notice, we moved! Yep, that’s right. I’ll say it again, we moved! www.nannyshecando.com is the new home of Nanny Shecando and we’re liking it. Are you?

It’s been long process. Whilst we didn’t have to deal with the headache of packing boxes and the masking tape and removalist trucks, I still had those moments of Oh my. This is not good. What am I doing! I don’t know about you, but I know absolutely nothing about html and code. Until recently, my idea of a computer was: that it stored music, that it had Microsoft word to write last-minute assignments, and that it had internet access to Google. Pretty simply really. I have to admit, that last feature has been a lifesaver. Google has been my steady friend in the middle of the night during the moving process, answering all of my questions and helping me ride out the frustrations of but it should be working, why is it not working? The YouTube video said it would work!

Watch This Space

We still have many things to tweak and alter, many things to discover and trial, and many things to scrap in favour of a better alternative over time. So far the blogging journey has been an experimentation, and I have no doubt that it will continue to be so. I hope you can handle a bumpy ride at times and brave it out, because (teaser alert!) exciting and big things are coming your way c/o Nanny Shecando in the next few months.

A Proposition

I have a little proposition for you all. As I mentioned in an earlier post this year, life is busy. Life is hectic, frantic, jam-packed, exciting, nerve-wracking, memorable, special and unique. Each and every one of us has a million and one things to do each day, and not enough time to get them all done. I’ve often joked with a dear friend that if only we could sit down and build a contraption to slow down time, or to transport ourselves through time, we’d be less time poor and more time rich.

Further Reading: Life Is Busy – The Invasion Of Social Media Platforms

Speaking of being time poor, I’ve thought a lot about the Friday Photo Love series. I started it a few months ago to share a little love with you all each Friday. It’s been my pleasure to give you a candid glimpse into the ‘little moments’  of the nanny life. To select the cheekiest, most expressive photo snapped during the week and to pop it into your inbox. But I’ve decided that the photo series should change to become a regular update, on a not so regular schedule. Perhaps a newsletter every other month that’s delivered into your inbox? A couple of photos, some tips and tricks, a story or two and maybe even a They Said What?! quote.

Plus, a Sunday morning newsletter with fun breakfast ideas and reviews of the latest kids book or movies would be so much more enjoyable than reading yesterday’s papers. Right?

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Because as I said, life is busy. Everyday I wake to 20-40 emails, and I can only imagine what it’s like for you. So whilst I cannot yet give you a contraption to slow down time (patent pending), I can do you a favour by reducing the clutter in your inbox. Making you rich with time. I know for me, that’s a win! Plus, if you’re following me on Instagram and Facebook, you’ll be seeing the kids all the time in the daily photo share.

By the way, just incase you feel like dropping me a line, you can at hope@nannyshecando.com. All email is welcome, share your tips, share the recent laughs, let me know what you like and what you don’t and feel free to say hi.

Subscribe To The Newsletter

In case you haven’t already, make sure you head over to the new home of Nanny Shecando (just click the link) and complete the form to make sure you are subscribed to get our updates. It’s as easy as popping in your first name and an email address. Two steps and you’re done. Plus, on the bottom of every email you receive will be an unsubscribe button, just incase an update once every other month feels a little too much like we’re going steady and you need to loosen your tie. I would hate for you to miss out on more of the cheeky grins of Elly-Belly, the yoghurt covered faces of The Zacetac, the antics of Miss Charlie and the cute(ness) of a rapidly growing Baby Viv. Speaking of rapidly growing Baby Viv, here’s some love ℅ it being Friday.

Today’s Friday Photo Love Instalment

 

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This little precious is growing up so fast!

It feels like just yesterday that this little precious was sleeping in my arms all day. So little and adorable. Now she’s still adorable, just not so little.

We’re approaching the big 1st birthday in a few weeks, any tips for planning the most perfect little girl’s birthday party?

Also, what are your thoughts on my proposition. Like it or hate it? Is de-cluttering your inbox on your to-do list as well? Do you want to be less time poor and more time rich? And please, drop me an email or comment and tell me what you think of the new look Nanny Shecando (all feedback taken on board)!

March 14, 2014 By Hope @ Nanny Shecando Filed Under: Nanny Life

This Six Year Old Calls People Fat

Fat People Can’t Fit Past Things Without Getting Squashed

[Their bums are too big!]

What happens when your six-year-old has no tact filter? I wither into the ground in embarrassment under the debilitating stare of evil eyes as she calls people fat. Yes, my six-year-old Miss Charlie called someone “fat” – to their face! And I die from embarasment. Awkward!

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And she seems so sweet and innocent here right?

For most people, the arrival of 3 o’clock signals a change in the day. It marks the end of lunch time, the end of having ‘all the time in the world’ and marks the arrival of impending deadlines. For BossMum, 3pm marks the winding down of her day at the office, meaning she’ll soon be back with her babies. For The Twins, it means they are released from the confines of rigid lessons and join the creativity and self-expression that is ballet. To Beansie, the beloved family dog, it surely hints at the chance to stretch her legs at the park. If she’s lucky, it might also mean the opportunity to snaffle a momentarily forgotten sandwich or to chase after a too friendly bird.

For me, 3pm signals that any task not already finished will have to be left forgotten until the next day. Which lands me straight into the Witching Hour and puts me on the back foot before tomorrow has even arrived. For MissCharlie, it marks the beginning of an afternoon filled with unforeseen adventures.

In an effort to see the afternoon transition in an ease of smiles and giggles, our first stop is usually the milk bar to refuel with something sugary, milky or ice-creamy. Something that is definitely not healthy, but entirely tasty.

The next stop is the park, where she and Beansie wrestle around on the grass sharing I missed you so much slobbery kisses. It is where Baby Viv will toddle around, too inquisitive to rest her newly active but tired legs. The park is also the place where I will steal a self-indulgent go on the swings, indulging a childish side that I’m too fond of to part with.

All of this usually occurs under the excited conversations of Miss6 as she informs me of the day’s events. All that she’s learnt, all that she didn’t like, all that she saw in the school yard and all that she mischievously over heard throughout the day. Consequently, she often teaches me a few things whilst she’s at it, even if it is as simple as ‘I must not eavesdrop on conversations I’m not going to like the outcome of’.

This particular afternoon’s routine was no different, save for the slightly embarrassing occurrence of a loudly spoken faux pas. On Miss Charlie’s part of course!

As we wound our way through the throngs of mums and kids along the footpath en route to the park, Miss Charlie ducked and weaved until she successfully found herself out in front. I however, was caught trying to manoeuvre the pram, school bags and ice creams without tripping over the dog who’d wound her leash around my legs. Well played Beansie, because that will get you to the park quicker for sure.

MissCharlie then rather rambunctiously announced to all those within a 2km radius:

‘I love being little, I can fit past everyone and never get squashed!
Fat people can’t though, their bums are too big!’

Tact, what tact? I cringed. Oh MissCharlie, you and that mouth of yours. ‘Whatever will I do with you?‘. Of course, lacking in height myself, I completely agreed with her. I know all too well the advantages to being able to slip past people easily.

However, despite my understanding, her timing couldn’t have been any worse if she’d planned it. As I received the full force of evil eyes and disapproving glares from the family she’d just overtaken, a family who by chance just happened to be quite [large], I attempted to jump to her rescue. If not to save my own hide.

Easing her into safer territory, I announced as equally loud,

Good things come in small packages, just like you and me. Though not everyone can be so lucky.

To which she countered,

‘Yeah, like diamonds’.

Can’t argue with that wisdom now can I.

How to wither on the spot at the mercy of an evil eye; fun times in the #nannylife!

Anyone else died from embarrassment at the hands of their children lately?

March 10, 2014 By Hope @ Nanny Shecando Filed Under: They Said What?!

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I'm Hope & I help nannies transform their approach to job search, and inspire those working with kids to maximise their potential within the international nanny industry. Plus, did I mention I like crafts + diy, baking & playing! Read More

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A DIY Velcro No Sew Banner from Dunne with Style

A DIY Velcro No Sew Banner Craft

If you’re new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting! We received this cute heart-shaped VELCRO ® NO SEW BANNER craft, project designed by Dunne with Style, to feature and review on the blog. Given we love all things craft and DIY, we jumped at the opportunity to review […]

Make these kid-friendly salt dough necklaces for mother's day by NANNY SHECANDO and A Crafty Living

Salt Dough Necklaces for Mother’s Day

Give Mum a one-of-a-kind Mother’s Day gift with these simple kid-made Salt Dough Necklaces. We’ve teamed up with Olivia over at A Crafty Living to bring you this fun Mother’s Day gift idea. To make use of your extra salt dough, check out Olivia’s salt dough fridge magnets. With Mother’s Day approaching we got crafty […]

How To Make Recycled Egg Carton Mini Easter Egg Baskets with A Crafty Living and Olivia Foster for NANNY SHECANDO

Recycled Egg Carton Mini Easter Egg Baskets

Easter has come early this year! To celebrate our EGG-citement, for a long weekend, family festivities & of course, CHOCOLATE, we made these Mini Easter Egg Baskets! A hands-on, messy craft using just a few supplies from your craft box. These Mini Easter Egg Baskets are a great way to limit your child’s daily chocolate […]

St Patricks Day Fizzing Shamrocks Craft, A Crafty Living, easy kids crafts

St Patrick’s Day Fizzing Shamrocks Craft

We got in the spirit of St Patrick’s Day this week – Fizzing Shamrocks craft anyone? – with this awesome science-meets-art project. Have you ever tried the baking soda & vinegar experiment? This was the first time Mr3 had experienced it. To say he loved it would be an understatement! I didn’t tell him about the […]

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