Of course, sometimes enough contact is enough, and the boys just want to do their own things.
Strike that. They are boys. Revert to Step 3.
What a peaceful day watching the neighbor's stationary truck together and discussing trucks in toddler-language (this is a foreign tongue that only mommies can interpret.)
Nanny Land isn't a bad spot to have landed in. Alex is a good kid and is pretty quick to listen and obey. It's fun to watch the boys find a play-mate in each other, even if it means I'm more referee than nanny most of the time. Doesn't really matter; turns out I'm not half bad at either one.
I call the following Nanny-cam video Be Gentle You Rough Boys:
Plus being a nanny makes me realize that my days alone with Topher are Easy Street all the way. What have I been complaining about all this time, anyway? :)
(Side note to grandparents: this post is not meant to imply in any way that we may be ready for more kids. Sorry for any confusion.)