Day 23 - The Return of Mr Nanny

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACK

That was my first thought when I woke up this morning. This thought was followed by my realizing I'm also still incredibly tired.

Note to self: 3.5 days in Vegas is more than enough time to cause irreversible harm to your body.

I've got to admit: I'm thrilled to be back here with the kids. Now, I can't speak for my friends, but I'm pretty sure I was the only one OK with the idea of going back to work. Then again, I'm allowed to go to work without showering or shaving.

However, I really thought I'd walk into a little more excitement than I encountered. This morning my co workers we're pretty much 100% unimpressed that I'm back. Actually, Summer seemed most happy which was surprising.

Upon my return, there was a package waiting addressed to the co workers - A nondescript white padded envelope.

Being that I didn't see a return address there was a 50/50 chance someone mailed us Anthrax (the chemical not the band) or perhaps a mail bomb...And sure, I would be lying through my teeth if there wasn't a part of me hoping it was from some lonely, attractive female inmate looking for a pen pal.

So I open it.

Fortunately or unfortunately (depending on your perspective) the contents of said package were not for me...Unless by "for me" you mean "something that will make lots of noise and potentially cause Mr Nanny to involuntarily beat his own head in with a frying pan."

If the latter is your definition of "for me" then, in that case, this package was absolutely for me.

Of course, I'm kidding. This was actually a fantastic move. Upon opening it I realize one of the faithful readers of this site made an effort to surprise the kids...and boy did she.

At this point, Cindy Smith of Nags Head, North Carolina - thank you!

And for all of you readers who fancy yourselves big fans of the blog and, more importantly, the kids...CINDY GOT THEM FRIGGIN HARMONICAS!!!!!!!

So my message to all of you "Mannyiacs": Step. Your. Game. Up.

As I type this, there is a nonstop assault of harmonica sounds coming from every corner. Furthermore, those of you who have been keeping up for some time now will not be surprised to learn that Ethan is ROCKING the Harmonica. Summer is salivating all over it like its a Kit Kat and Owen is trying to get his bearings but Ethan is rolling.

Remember my post the other day about being able to see some of a kids future? Well, I can see Owen being a strong athlete with a real sarcastic sense of humor and now I'm pretty sure Ethan will end up - based on his people skills and love affair with music - being a class clown/musician...and I guess that makes Summer a heart breaker because she's quite the flirt.

But, either way, the kids are ecstatic right now so thank you again Cindy. I'm going to go light a candle, try and mold the wax to fit my ears and enjoy my day.

Your friend,

Mr Nanny