Since the birth of my now 13 year-old sister, I've played a very active role in her upbringing. Directly after my mother was released from the hospital after giving birth, she contracted staph infection, and I took it upon myself to take care of my mother and my newborn sister daily, including preparing meals for my mother, changing my sister's diapers, administering medication to my mother, attending to my baby sister at all hours of the night whenever she would need anything, and calming her back to sleep.
When my mother returned to the workforce just before my little sister's 2nd birthday, I became her sole caretaker until my mother would return home in the evenings. I dressed her in the mornings, prepared breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner, played with her throughout the day, read to her, taught her the ABC's, and put her down for her scheduled nap every afternoon.
Even after my mother stopped working and it was no longer necessary for me to take care of my sister on a full-time, daily basis, I remained (and remain to this day) a very active participant in her growth as a little human being and her overall well-being.
In late 2006, I was a nanny to a 1 year old boy of a family acquaintance. I prepared breakfast, various snacks throughout the day, and prepared lunch. I strictly followed the routine his mother and father had already established for him; for instance, he was only allowed to watch Disney cartoons for no more than one hour a day. The rest of the day was spent playing with toys, taking trips to the park just down the street in their neighborhood, changing diapers, making sure he had a nap, etc.