{"id":641,"date":"2005-10-05T22:56:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-05T22:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/10\/nana-nano.html"},"modified":"2005-10-05T22:56:00","modified_gmt":"2005-10-05T22:56:00","slug":"nana-nano","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/10\/nana-nano.html","title":{"rendered":"Nana Nano"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Nana left today. It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t pretty: Doodles had an absolute meltdown as we left the airport, big tears streaming down his face, as he wailed in a pitiful cry, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Naaaaaanaaaa! Naaaaaanaaaa!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Which is different from the cry that Sweetie Pie was making yesterday, when she was lying in her vibrating chair, her little face balled up into an angry red welt of fury, as the Nana stood over her taking pictures. I heard the screams from the next room (as Nana had Sweetie duty at the moment) and I called out, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m coming, Sweetie Pie!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d to which Nana said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Take your time!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and I could hear the <i>click, click<\/i> of her camera. (For those who don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know, the Nana creates <a href=\"http:\/\/www.artnet.com\/artist\/3151\/carol-k-brown.html\">Art<\/a>. And Art requires hundreds of photos of people doing normal things&#8230; like crying). I went into Nana\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s room, and she said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just give me one more minute. This is what I wanted when I took all those photos earlier, but she wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t cry then.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d My heart is, meanwhile, starting to crack at the sound of my wee one so miserable, and I say, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Make it fast! I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take this!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d After about thirty seconds, which felt much, much longer, the Nana said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay, done!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d As I swooped down to make my Sweetie feel better, I said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re lucky she started screaming on your last night here.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The Nana said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t luck. I turned off the vibration.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Um, she did what? When I expressed my <i>extreme<\/i> displeasure about this, she said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t my idea! It was Adam\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Adam admitted, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153All I said was if you wanted Sweetie to cry, just turn the vibration off on the chair.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not sure which one should be indicted first.<\/p>\n<p>This one transgression aside, the Nana will be missed. And not just the shed-painting, bathroom-painting, lawn-mowing, raking, laundry-doing, Doodles-playing, Sweetie-calming parts either. It was actually nice having her around. And now the fun begins. Me. And me. And me. And a six-week old and a two year old. And me. Between the hours of 8 and 6, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just me. And a newborn and a toddler. And Me. Did I mention, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just me now? God help me. Or is it God help the kids? Well, God help someone!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Nana left today. It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t pretty: Doodles had an absolute meltdown as we left the airport, big tears streaming down his face, as he wailed in a pitiful cry, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Naaaaaanaaaa! Naaaaaanaaaa!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Which is different from the cry that Sweetie Pie was making yesterday, when she was lying in her vibrating chair, her little face [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=641"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}