Kookster Sister/Nanny

Here is the boy, with Julia, who is my sister and beloved caretaker of the child. She lives in our basement. She is really good with him, and besides she tolerates my insanity, like how I require her to keep extensive notes on his activities during the day, like how long he napped and how much he ate, and did he do any exciting poops. She also likes to document other daily activities that she finds more interesting, such as "Turkish Music Time," "Cry Time," "America's Next Top Model Viewing," "Long Happy Stare at Doorknob, Followed by Sudden Outburst of Sobbing," "Dance Party," "He Peed on Me on Changing Table," or today's "Rocked Out to Yes (the band)." She also likes to say, in response to his new and frightinging Linda-Blair/Excorcist-type-noises, "Do I need to call a priest!?"