I'm in between commercial on my new favorite TV show "Jon and Kate plus Eight". Here are a few new tidbits about my life:
#1. Just got accepted to Johns Hopkins and will start a masters in public health this Fall.
#2. Am back in Chicago, getting the chance to hang out with my Mom, Dad and the McMahon troop.
#3. Am re-learning American culture and uncovering a love for reality TV, namely Top Chef (filmed in Chicago!), Jon and Kate (as mentioned above) and TRAUMA (real life stories of the ER).
In the meantime, I've started nannying for my favorite new addition to the human race, Josie Meehan. Josie's incredible. She's the reason I talk about babies in the checkout line at grocery stores. At nine months old, Josie has eight teeth, dimpled knees and a smile that would melt your heart.
Okay, commercial break is over!
xo
Shannon
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Miss Shannon, do you always scream?
Tonight, I babysat my awesome neighbors: Dani, Jack and Nick. Dani and Jack are 8-year-old twins, Nick is one year older. From the moment I walked in their door, the kids started tugging me in different directions to play games. First it was Wii guitaring, then a pinball tournament, followed by air hockey and, at last, UNO.
In the middle of a tie-breaker moment in air hockey, Nick asked me if I always screamed a lot during games. When a 9-year-old is saying you're loud, you know, you are seriously loud.
After hockey, we watched a movie that mixed cartoons and Patrick Dempsey (fun for the whole family!), and we threw popcorn at our faces. We also digressed, briefly, into jokes involving the word "pooh."
I remembered I was an adult at about 40 minutes past the kids' bedtime when Nick raised his pillow to start a pillow fight.
"Whoa whoa whoa there little buddies. Pillow fights are fun. However, pillow fights are daytime events and right now it's your bedtime."
Jack caved, but Nick was persistant.
"Awwww MISS SHANNON PULEEEEEEASE," he said. "This is our ANNUAL THING. Our parents let us do it EVERY WEEK."
How do you not smile at a precocious 9-year-old?
"Nick, at the risk of dwelling on semantics..." and thus began a monologue about the words "weekly" "daily" "annually" "bi-weekly" and "bi-annually." Nick started to rub his eyes.
"Okay, okay, sheesh," he said. "I'll go brush my teeth."
I tucked the kids in and threatened to read them a boring, baby-themed bedtime story if they didn't sleep. They giggled and invited me to their upcoming soccer game. The ironic thing is, after a night of so much fun, I'm tempted to go.
xo
Shannon
In the middle of a tie-breaker moment in air hockey, Nick asked me if I always screamed a lot during games. When a 9-year-old is saying you're loud, you know, you are seriously loud.
After hockey, we watched a movie that mixed cartoons and Patrick Dempsey (fun for the whole family!), and we threw popcorn at our faces. We also digressed, briefly, into jokes involving the word "pooh."
I remembered I was an adult at about 40 minutes past the kids' bedtime when Nick raised his pillow to start a pillow fight.
"Whoa whoa whoa there little buddies. Pillow fights are fun. However, pillow fights are daytime events and right now it's your bedtime."
Jack caved, but Nick was persistant.
"Awwww MISS SHANNON PULEEEEEEASE," he said. "This is our ANNUAL THING. Our parents let us do it EVERY WEEK."
How do you not smile at a precocious 9-year-old?
"Nick, at the risk of dwelling on semantics..." and thus began a monologue about the words "weekly" "daily" "annually" "bi-weekly" and "bi-annually." Nick started to rub his eyes.
"Okay, okay, sheesh," he said. "I'll go brush my teeth."
I tucked the kids in and threatened to read them a boring, baby-themed bedtime story if they didn't sleep. They giggled and invited me to their upcoming soccer game. The ironic thing is, after a night of so much fun, I'm tempted to go.
xo
Shannon
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