how i've missed you

Oh schoolsies, you know I love you. Even if you don't let me ease back into anything.

Upon my arrival back at the Scott, I was informed (by just about every department I visited) that there was another Emily Moore on campus. Say what?! Another me?? Someone stole my name! Horrors! I've always grown up with lots of Lauren's, and Laura's, and Katie's, and John's, but other Emily's? Other Emily Moore's?! It is unheard of! After having to go round and round (and round and round, get the picture?) with the school to get my e-mails and my financial aid information and my mailbox and my everything back to ME, Emily C. Moore, I had an epiphany about the name of one of my future children. Story time?

sidenote: the other Emily Moore's middle name is Ann. Hello, can you say creepcreepy. I wonder when her b-day is...

sidenote deux: Saying Emily C. Moore reminds me of my friend in high school who always called me Emily C. Moore Butts. 

Once upon a time I started thinking about baby names. What? That's not weird, okay. I know that all of you out there have already picked out several names for your future children so shut up (and half of them are Emily Moore, right?). So, I did what any normal teenager planning baby names would do, I asked my grandparents what some old family names were. I got everything from Pink Pauline to Potch to Dot to Zella Mae. I'm sorry, should I say type that again...Zella Mae. I hesitate to share such a great name with all of the internet and beyond, BUT it is something that has to be done. I always jokingly, very jokingly, said I was naming my kid Zella Mae. Well kids, this week officially sealed the deal. My child will be Zella Mae and never ever have to deal with silly name copying or stealing. So let's all agree right now that even though I have shared my super secret awesome child name with you, you will not go and name your kids that because then the world will be overtaken by the Zella Mae's. Ah! Can you imagine?! 

So there's my epiphany. I'm pretty stoked about it, for obvious reasons. If anyone would like to share some more unique wonderful amazing Zella Mae-ish type names, be my guest. (just don't put Emily Moore on the list or I might cry--stop taking my name!)

In other news, want to be a creep creep and see where I sleep sleep?

oh twin beds and dorm furniture, how I've missed you.               (not)

I really am so happy to be back (minus the obvious E Moore and twin bed dilemmas...). For now, the homework and no free time schedule is cute and sweet. Obviously school and I are still in our honeymoon phase, but lawd, I am going to enjoy it while I can. 

too cool for school

And for the past year and a half, that is exactly what I have been: too cool for school. 


Except, not so much. I mean I have been out of school so to any ole Sally, Dick or Jane it would appear that I was, in fact, too cool for school. In reality, I just really wanted to take some time off and play with kids. And maybe make a little bit of the monies to be able to actually go to school. Well as Borat would say, GREAT SUCCESS.  I will be moving back to the world of Scotties tomorrow and starting my last year of college (six years after I went to my first college class) on Wednesday.

I got the official "yes m'am you're coming back" word on Friday afternoon which gave me ample time to pack.  (the rest of Friday and alllll dayyyy Saturday.) (Forget everyone else has been packing all summer.) Nothing like last minute planning, huh? It was a nice thought, spending the weekend packing, but nice thoughts are just that; thoughts. They never quite seem to make it into actions. Friday was spent driving around all of metro Atlanta and then some more places. Saturday morning was spent at the tractor pull. (yessir, I did just say tractor pull.) (and it was everything that I hoped and dreamed it would be.)

But, never fear. I finished piling all of my crap wonderful things into the boxes and bags and tins and cans and anything that had room in which to stuff things. I even finished packing at the ever so early hour of 7 pm. What did I do with my extra few hours on my last night in the Nan? Went to the movies. Saw my face on the big screen in the Footloose preview. (!!) And saw one of my favorite books, The Help, come alive onscreen.

Not too shabby of a night, I'd say. Or a weekend. Or a year and a half. (I am sending out some major lovin' to my mom, dad, and sistergurl.) Now, time to hit the books and hit 'em hard. 

(check out some of my fav photos of my past year!)

sit, sit, sit on some babies

ba·by-sit also ba·by·sit 

v. ba·by-sat also ba·by·sat (-st), ba·by-sit·ting also ba·by·sit·ing, ba·by-sits also ba·by·sits

v.intr.

1. To take care of a child or children in the absence of a parent or guardian.

2. To take care of or watch over someone or something needing attention or guidance.

For those of you who do not stalk me quite as well as I stalk you, I've spent the last year and a half with the best job: babysitting. Tending to children. Giving them guidance. Ya know, doin' my thing, no big.

Today was my "last" day. For now. I'm sure I'll have a night or day here or there but I'm trying to get the wheels going on getting to school, finishing undergrad, having a college degree and all that boring schmoring stuff. I spent the week doing full time mommying with one of the girls that started it all. Started the era of Nanny McEmily. An era that began with a few hours a week for one family and eventually grew into full on full time nanny work for two or three families with several little kiddos on the side every now and then. Phew, and this has been the best era. Even better than anything Nanny McPhee could or would do. That's right, I said it.

There were days when I would hurt from laughing so hard with the kids. There were days when I would want to cry and whine louder and harder than kids were crying and whining. There were days when I would come home and shower the snot and germs off me (there were also a lot of days when I didn't shower the snot and germs off me...). But there was never a day when I would come home and not realize how lucky I was to be doing what I was doing. (my family is not allowed to comment on the prior statement).

Being around kids is the best (even on the terrible-horrible-not so good days). The best playtime, the best laugh time, the best eat like a kid time, and even the best therapy time. (Yup, I get my free therapy from 2 and 4 and 5 and 6 and 8 year olds). I feel like I have spent the majority of the past year stressing out about what wasn't happening in my life; however, I just needed (and still need to...) look at everything that IS happening in my life. I mean, hello, the kid's biggest worries include: Phineas and Ferb sometimes coming on during nap time, a minuscule amount of crust being left on that PB&J for lunch, and bath time playtime never seeming to last quite long enough (dontcha just haaaate when mean babysitters make you get out of the bath even though your whole body has turned into a giant prune?! it's the absolute worst.)

Favorite moments of sitting on those babies include: Snuggle time in Emily's lap (if I had a nickle for every time I heard, "Can I pleeeease sit in your lap?" ::pouty smile::...). Reading books before bed time. Singing Disney channel show songs at the top of our lungs. Singing Christmas songs during every month of the year. Drawing lots and lots of hearts and flowers, but also drawing lots of cars because we're not all girls, mmkay? Stuffing baby dolls up our shirts so we could be mommies and have MORE babies and have the BIGGEST family ever (!!). Practicing piano and playing duets. Eating froyo like there is no tomorrow. Trying and deciding that pretty much everything does taste better with peanut butter. Playing Just Dance until we had burned off 900+ calories and couldn't move our arms.

I can think of a lot more. But in fear of having you decide to stop reading my blog after an hour or two I will end there.

Basically to sum up, kids are cooler than you. I love getting to be Nanny McEmily. And I love taking crazy babysitter pictures. Thank you to all my little babysitting kids---you have made me smile harder than a fat man (or just me...) on free froyo day and laugh louder than a baby getting tickled by the Tickle Monster. Enjoy!

IT'S SHARK WEEK

DID YOU KNOW THAT??

Shark Week has never been a calendar worthy/freak out excited/omg it's finally here kind of week for me. (probably because the year revolves around Christmas and July 15). I mean, my dad occasionally has it on every year (HELLO, he has a Y chromosome, of course he has Shark Week on). My best friend is always like "Weee, Shark Week!!" but she's the one who is at camp with no cable and no internet this one week out of the whole summer... And now my sister has decided that she has to like Shark Week since it's the cool thing to do. You know, like having a meaningless blog (wait, what?) or being "in a relationship" with your best friend on facebook. (Does that confuse any other fabo stalkers out there??) 


Anyways so another year later, here we are. Shark Week.  Usually just another week of mindless eating and watching TLC in my life. But this year, everything has changed. Dun dun dun. 


Here's the story: it's all because I was recently at the beach and had a slight run in with a very scary shark.

Not really. (but I see a Soul Surfer Part II: Emily movie coming out...)

No, the story goes more like this: I babysit. A lot. One of the boys I babysit has recently become fascinated with sharks. When I say fascinated I mean more like fascinated to the point of obsession. Already a shark expert at the tender young age of four? You bet. I'm really glad I can finally be cool now since I've been watching Shark Week re-runs every morning.

Oh wait, I already had a blog. Guess I was already cool. 

Watching shark attack with my little shark expert is extra cool since I get all the added commentary and information about each shark. "Mako sharks?! SO COOL! They are the fastest sharks! Fast as an airplane!" ::does the little Napoleon Dynamite yesssss elbow to hip gesture:: 


On Monday at the beginning of my long week of Nanny MLEing, I picked up the remote and pressed the number for Discovery Channel. The world as that four year old cutie knew it completely changed during that instant. He had completely exhausted any and every shark related movie/show/video on Netflix instant watch. I tried my best to explain to him that this occurrence, this beautiful thing called Shark Week, meant that these shows are on all. week. long. Now that it's Thursday and we are still watching sharks sharks sharks, I think he has finally grasped the concept of an entire week of greatness. However, he still asks to watch "Shark Attack" everyday. We'll work on the proper name next year... 


Disney Channel, sorry your ratings went down this week, but did you really think you could compete with Shark (Week) Attack?

 Are you really trying to talk to me right now?