Stacey Greenberg
Katy is a childcare goddess. If it weren’t for her there’s no way I could have rejoined the workforce after giving birth. Katy runs a childcare service out of her midtown home. She has about 6 regular kids and makes taking care of them look not only easy, but fun.
She loves Satchel almost as much as I do. She holds him, hugs him, rocks him to sleep, introduces him to new and exciting things, feeds him, changes his diapers, takes him on walks, plays with him, and truly appreciates him.
Katy has her own language. A “noozie” is a nap, a “shoo-shoo” is a bowel movement, and “he’s so _______, it hurts my feelings,” is the highest compliment.
She is constantly rearranging and redecorating her house. She is a great listener, has excellent taste in books, and knows every one of her neighbors.
Katy has a wall specifically for writing things down–song lyrics, quotes, children’s measurements, and maybe even a grocery list or two. She doesn’t watch television and she reads the Wall Street Journal.
Katy is not only a childcare goddess, she is a mother, a daughter, a sister, a teacher, and a friend. My friend.
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