The Baby Whisperer

Zachary turned 2 months old the other day. To celebrate this mind blowing achievement we made cupcakes and let him watch us eat them. As if that by itself wasn't enough awesome for one day, Zach also got to take a trip to the doctors office for his Monthly check-up. During which he got no less than 4 shots.

Now, I've worked with needles my entire professional career. Therefore the notion of my son getting a couple tiny pricks shouldn't have bothered me. But when I watched the nurse jab what had to be a 12 gauge rusty chunk of blunt scrap metal into my baby's leg, I almost passed out. The nurse then tells me that the shots can cause some "fussiness" over the next few days. Her advice was to stock up on baby Tylenol, ear plugs and liquor. I chuckled at what I assumed was a joke.

24hrs later, I can assure you she wasn't joking.... and I'm out of booze.

Enter Annie Olsen Ealy: The Baby Whisperer.

Annie, a very close friend of the family whom I've known since she was born, likes babies. I mean, she REALLY likes babies. In fact, the word "like" is such an embarrassing understatement of her liking babies that I'm only using it here for comical purposes. Not only does she like babies, but babies undeniably like her right back. A baby in Annie's' arms is akin to a painter holding a brush or a sculptor working with a chisel... there's something just right about it. Watching Annie magically soothe a baby is similar to watching any master work their craft. Mesmerizing.

Anyway, we have had the honor of Annie acting as a live-in Nanny for the past few days and we are hoping we can convince her to stay as long as she can. Now I can finally get to being productive and do some cleaning, gardening, cooking, packing and a mountain of other chores that need to be seen to. That is, of course, once I'm done checking my email, watching the basketball game and I finish taking my 3rd bubble-bath of the day.