A bad Gran and a mischievous Aunt do their worst

picnic car

This city life is full of variety, but rather exhausting, I must admit.

Friday, we went shopping and as expected Petite Fille gained a musical bus with animals that popped up, a book about Two Bad Grans, which fits one particular Granny to a FD, and a pair of ladybug rain boots for visiting country grandma, me! We all ate sushi for lunch before retuning home for our naps.

cake samples

Saturday, the ladies went wedding cake tasting. Daughter2 had arrived about 11.30 pm Friday night, and so it was wedding planning, along with numerous cups of coffee. Some bakers delivered cake samples to our door, so while Petite Fille napped we ate afternoon delights. All texture, form and function, darling! There was no clear winner, sadly, so we may be forced to try yet more cake in the near future. Dear me, the efforts we go to for our children!

That night was date night for Petite Fille’s Mummy and Daddy, so Granny was ensconced with left overs and ice cream for a quiet evening of television. D2 was out catching up with girlfriends and flashing her gorgeous ring.

Sunday, we picnicked in a local park. Petite Fille is very car orientated at present, and so The Flamingo Dancer may have permitted herself  to be atop a playground car, beeping and tooting with total abandonment of all self respect. Damn good fun! We finished off the last of the cake samples before a huge Sunday dinner of roast lamb and vegetables prepared by Mr Boy.

Monday, Daughter2’s last day with us, she went planning with her wedding stylist, while Petite Fille and I got in touch with our creative side, al la play dough. D1 used a recipe with baby oil and so Petite Fille spent some time sniffing her blue play dough. A bit of a worry, as the night before Aunty D2 had tried to teach her to say “crack cocaine”, luckily out of her father’s hearing, who is never quite sure about the maternal influences of his wife’s family!

On a positive note for me, before my psychological hangup set in for good, Petite Fille learnt to say “Grandma” this morning.  She understand so much of what we say now, that, yes, we have started S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G words at times.

I shall depart Wednesday, having exhausted all, and added more than a few grey hairs to son-in-laws dark crown!

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