The not-a stuff

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you’ll notice that we have a lot of stuff that I refer to as not-a-(descriptive term). For example our not-a-walker (more on the not-a-walker - and more on the not-a-walker), not-a-nanny (more on the not-a-nanny), and the not-a-Johnny-Jump-Up.

I think this all began years ago when I was chatting with my friend currently known as not-a-nanny and she mentioned her family was going to go have a picnic at their farm.  “Farm?  You have a farm?  Do you grow food or raise animals?”

“Neither.”

“Then it’s not-a-farm!”

I can’t remember if she told me about the counter or other table like surface that her and her siblings sat on and their mother telling them that was not-a-seat.  It’s her fault I have a not-a-fireplace.  Actually there is a crack in the liner of our chimney which makes the fireplace unusable so I placed a cool antique cabinet in front that covers it all perfectly.

I guess I made the not-a-nanny a little sad when she read the first post with her not-a-nanny title.  She really is our nanny until Sophia gets her placement in the awesome large daycare facility.  I only call her the not-a-nanny because it’s not her true profession.