Favourite Things Friday

Welcome to Favourite Things Friday. Thanks for dropping by!

FTF is all about sharing something you love and showing off one of your favourite things. So if you want to play along , write yourself a post , link it up to the bottom of this post and break out the teapot and prepare for some visitors.

I'm feeling a bit nostalgic this week. Miss P celebrated her 20th birthday on Wednesday and I've been reflecting on parenthood which quite naturally led me to the subject of today's post.

As a parent you sometimes day dream about when your grown child tells you that you're going to become a grandparent. In my dreams I'd watched my daughter grow and go to uni, start her career , meet someone kick arse fabulous, get married and then I planned to  spend the next few years eagerly anticipating the "Mum I've got some wonderful news to tell you " conversation.

Champagne was going to flow as readily as the tears of joy . I'd excitedly think of baby names and secretly hope she didn't choose anything way out or weird, (Jackson is not spelt Jaxxsson for crying out loud) we'd  talk morning sickness and weight gain and I'd take her baby clothes and accessory shopping. I imagined the days I could spend babysitting because by that time I certainly wouldn't be working 9 days a fortnight. I mean after all- I'd be practically retired by that stage since I was planning on being about 53.

Generally, nothing much in life  turns out the way you imagined it. And when Miss P told me she was pregnant at the ripe old age of 17  I couldn't imagine myself as a grandparent  because frankly I hadn't quite finished dispensing parental wisdom. Not that Miss P listened. Case in point : I recall many many conversations about contraception and even abstinence. And since  Miss P also ended up living 3500 kilometres away from the early stages of her pregnancy (because Little P's Dad had a job that required them to be far away)  I missed out on all the other stuff I'd dreamed about too. Sometimes life is like that.

But when this little guy arrived (and I was actually there at the moment he made his entrance ) all the "I've really been ripped off" feelings disappeared and I fell utterly and completely in love. This little guy changed my life.

And I've fallen more in love every day since then.

I love him even when he looks like this...

Yep- he loves the camera.

And when I don't see him for a week or so I suffer from Little P withdrawal.

This week my favourite thing is being a grandparent. It is without doubt the coolest thing EVER.  I get to dispense grandparent-ly wisdom and Little P is too young to argue back. I'm young enough to enjoy this grandparenting deal.  Occasionally these days in matters of parenting Miss P will concede I actually do know what I'm talking about. And when Little P calls out "Bella"(it sounds like Lella at the moment just like Grandpa is Bran-pa but I'm sure he'll get it right eventually ) my heart just melts.  The best thing about grandparenting is that my sole job is to love the socks off Little P!

What's your favourite thing this week?

Frugal Grocery February Winner :

Thanks to everyone who played along with Frugal Grocery February - there were some amazing efforts ! Thanks for playing along and keeping me motivated. I really enjoyed doing it.  The winner of the Frugal Grocery Challenge Aussie Food Pack is Seams Inspired, who saved over 50% off her grocery bill last month !