One would think that as Flamingo Dancer, the one and only, that any grandchild of mine would have little doves fly down and take their poop to heaven. It has come as somewhat of a shock to discover that this is not in fact true. Proof was the “granny jackpot” I aced this week while staying with Daughter1. I was “lucky” enough to get three poopy nappies (diapers) on each of the three days I was with them. Petite Fille, may I add, has a robust and fully functioning bowel. (Won’t she love to come back to this page in years to come and read these comments!)
I read Petite Fille’s copy of the Play School Nursery Rhymes Book at least 8 times each day. We particularly liked Mary Had a Little Lamb, and the Grand Old Duke of York. Humpty Dumpty was not far behind, especially when Grandma sang the rhyme.
She has also learnt to climb couches so Grandma got quite the workout racing across the room to snatch up falling baby girls before they toppled backwards off couches Grandma had not in fact seen her climb. Grandma also multitasked by pushing a swing and blowing bubbles simultaneously, or at least wheezing bubbles until stars started appearing before her eyes.
One morning we wandered Ikea, until Grandma could walk no further and begged to be released – and it had been my idea to go there in the first place! Petite Fille may have added a stuffed Pig and a Fairy Doll to her growing toy box. The Pig is the out and out winner, much to her Aunt’s delight when she was sent a photo of niece and pig, as Aunt’s own collection of pigs is secure in a corner of the garage.
Daughter2 is flying home for a friend’s wedding this weekend, and will be with us on Sunday, along with her Lovely Boyfriend. As they won’t be with us on Christmas Day this year, we (I) have decided to make Sunday lunch a mini Christmas in July – at least it will be cold and we can eat more “traditional” Christmas fare. No tree as I am too busy (lazy) for that, but the table will be decorated. Hopefully Petite Fille won’t be too confused and require therapy to adjust to the reality that in fact there is really only one Christmas and it is in the dead of summer!
Then it is back to work on Monday – Term 3. Minerva texted this morning and asked if we could send in a message that the library would be closed for another week due to lack of interest from the staff! Any guesses as to what my reply was?