she starts today -- should be here by the time i finish typing this. mrs nice guy, who is my hero, took thursday and friday off from work and spearheaded Operation Fob Daughter Off. she interviewed like 8 people, and i even got to meet one or two of them, including the one we ultimately hired.
she's 27, a bit young, but we really liked her. we actually, in our astonishing stupidity, hired her over an older, more experienced woman who also happens to be a trained baby nurse. why? why do we do these things? well, it was a gut decision and, despite a minor twinge of buyer's remorse, i am thrilled to hand over my non-napping-finicky-eating-hell-toddler today and hide out at the gym for the next 7 hours.
in all seriousness, i am pretty happy with the decision. her mother is a nanny in the neighborhood and she helped raise her four siblings, so i think she's got the chops. she's also, i think, less likely to be a tot lot benchwarmer and a little more engaged in actually playing with and actively helping us bring up our child. we both really liked her sense of calm and quiet confidence, her sense of humor.
so she's on her way and i will show her the ropes today. i could barely sleep last night. i feel all nervous and giddy like some high school junior about to go to prom with some bigshot varsity lacrosse player, hoping he's a good dancer and doesn't slip a heavy dose of rohypnol into her zima and fingerbang her in the biology lab.