Still have not made a final decision about the nanny. Still have not even started to write an entry about the nanny.
Decided to go to the pool instead.
Here. Have some thighs. Does that make up for it?
No? Then how about some delicious beefcake?
We had a wonderful time. Noah adored everything about everything -- the water! the big kids! the community toys! -- and I forced myself and my HIGHLY DESIRABLE FRIENDSHIP on another mother with a boy Noah's age and then tried to poach some poor defenseless babysitter who was totally having none of it and the vending machine ate my quarters. (Universe to Amy: Karma!)
We swam until we were pruney, which was precisely when Noah hit The Wall. The Wall of Nap.
Tomorrow: Nannies. Probably. I think. Maybe? Argh.