Week 91 - Babysitters

Nanner doesn't care that Barney is sooooo 1992.

We said that we wouldn't do it, but we've come to learn that there is something magical about a stuffed purple dinosaur and that stupid jingle.  Nanner-couch shot?  Barney.  Mama's got to shower?  Elmo.  Daddy is hungover on a Saturday morning and needs help watching Anna?  Curious George.  And so on.

This is Anna showing off her swimming technique.  Seriously.  And I don't know where that baby clownfish just appeared from but mama clownfish sure looks appalled.

The other babysitter we've discovered is the bathtub.  Baff? Baff?  Bafftime dada?  Yes my dear, till your little fingers and toes turn to prunes and so daddy can eat his microwaved dinner while sitting on top of the toilet seat.

One of the thousand or so reasons we keep her around.

This photo is to prove that we're not total asshole parents.  Sometimes we take the Nanner with us when we go out on the town.  Actually to be honest, the only reason Nanner came to Little Goat with us this particular morning was because the babysitter cancelled on us.  Forced family day!  And we thought that two hours was too long to leave her in the tub alone.  Clownfish or no clownfish.