So as you all know I am a nanny to the sweetest baby. I really love him, and I feel like he's part mine. It has been so much fun to watch him grow from the 4 week old baby I started with into the rambunctious 7 month old he is now. I love to make him laugh, and him laughing makes me laugh which makes him laugh, it is so hysterical. I love to take him on walks because it make's him SO happy. I also love just getting out and exploring. I realized how much of a Mom I feel like on Friday whenever another man was walking with his baby and we had a good laugh over how my B.o.b. (awesome 4-wheel drive stroller) was so much better than his because he had an orange one and baby's is navy. After I passed the man, I realized the conversation I had just had. I had a conversation about stroller's. This was one of my first real moments I felt like a mom. Things are getting scary. I started buying higher rise jeans, and some days I don't wear makeup at all. I do love it though. I love how he is so happy to see me, and he knows no better than to just love me even with all my imperfections. My heart has grown a few sizes since becoming his nanny.