The boundaries of our family have shifted again and I thought that if I am to keep telling you about our family, some introductions were in order.
You may remember Babysitter J, who appeared here about 18 months ago. Well, without further ado, that would be Josiah. Josiah was a waiter at our favorite local restaurant and the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he'd make a great babysitter. So when I overheard him tell a coworker that he needed another job, I handed him my card and said, "wanna be my nanny?" He was on, and the rest is history.
But there's more to the history than I've let you in on, so here's a little update. Last summer, Josiah told us he was going to move to Ireland in January (that's January just past). So we mourned the eventual loss of him and helped him plan and prepare for his trip. About 3 weeks before his flight, we were all eating at his former place of employment, waited on by a friend of his, one Miss Whitney, who said "heck yeah," when asked if she'd like to fill in for some of Josiah's hours with Nat and Selina after Josiah left the country.
Whitney, to briefly introduce her, rocks our world. She also just plain rocks, on an electric bass, for this band. She is a graduate of an elite art school and is a multi-media artist. She is beautiful, smart, incredibly self-possessed and unpretentious (in spite of all that artiness!) and a marvelous art tutor for the girls on top of being an all-around sweet caregiver.
So there's that.
In spite of the wonders of Whitney, it was with a heavy heart that I drove Josiah to the airport in early January and put him on a plane to Ireland with three stringed instruments and a tent on his back. I had filled his pockets and bags with my card, and exhorted him that he must not hesitate a moment to call if he needed anything--including a ticket home.
Well don't you know he hit a perfect storm of rotten luck and in about two weeks, I was picking him up again and bringing him home? It was a bummer, but I can't say we weren't glad to have him back.
We moved Nat into Selina's room (which is actually all good, because I had wanted the girls to share a room anyway but had copped out on getting through the very rough patch of them adjusting to sleeping together) and have ordered a new bed. Josiah is going to live with us and go to nursing school.
Meanwhile, Whitney is still the babysitter from Nirvana. (Well, maybe from Bikini Kill.)
Nat says Josiah is her brother. I told her that's fine as long as he agrees. He agreed. So Cole and I are now the proud lesbian moms of a 24-year old with size 14 feet.
