Favourite Things Friday

I'm late to my own linky party today since I've been on Little P babysitting duty this week.  Is it still Friday? It feels like eons since I did anything remotely adult.  I don't even know my own name at the moment let alone what day it might be. I count myself lucky I remembered to put underwear on this morning and I take my hat off to anyone who is doing this with more than one kid simultaneously. Are you barking mad?  I've spent most of the last 72 hours thanking my lucky stars that Little P isn't twins.

I have been awoken at 6.00am two out of the last three days by a child poking me in the eyeball. Yesterday it was with a licorice stick and a little voice yelling " I want this Bella" .."Here you are Bella" ..."Wake Up Bella"..."Eat this Bella".I love that Little P has that much enthusiasm in the morning before I've had my coffee. 

Mealtimes have been an utter circus. Little P has had oodles of fun feeding Indy and Lola from his fork at the table.  It took me four years to teach those dogs not to hover over people while they're eating and that habit has been broken in a mere three days. I love that Little P likes to share-even if it entails me taking a half sucked Bertie Beetle to be polite.

Changing a child who doesn’t want to get dressed is like trying to nail jelly to a tree. Eventually I worked out a system that involved sticking my knee in his stomach to anchor him down which is probably child abuse. Over the last three days I have spent 9 hours of my life employing my unique child changing method. It works. I love that Little P thought this was a game and spent 9 hours squealing with delight and squirming like a trapped snake.

Yesterday I drove Mr. P  to work with Little P tagging along for the ride.  It was apparently imperative for me to get excited every single time we saw a bus , which in peak hour is approximately every 15 seconds. I was   in the car for 90 minutes. By my reckoning that means I had to get loudly excited 360 times without the benefit of a second cup of coffee.  I love that Little P still gets excited by a bus whereas I see them as a traffic annoyance. 

Sleep deprivation  makes you  temporarily insane. I took Little P  grocery shopping. The  designers of supermarkets have a lot to answer for. Even though they make the aisles two trolleys wide they don’t account for children who seems to have extendo arms like Inspector Gadget. How can someone that small have the arm span of an adult eagle?  I had all sorts of things in my trolley by the time I got to the checkout  that I know I didn’t put in there and my bill came to  $586.36. But I love that Little P doesn't know how much a 70 gram tube of Roary the Racing Car yogurt works out to per kilo ($19.95 ) and thinks that Lightning McQueen Kleenex somehow cleans up boogers  differently to  regular tissues. 

Little P got 25 new toy cars yesterday and  before he went to bed last night he couldn’t find two of them. This led to a meltdown with him sobbing “I think they’re lost  - we find them in Bella’s house tomorrow? “ I love that he had complete faith that I would find them and make everything right with his world again. 

And while some of this my sound like grandma griping and like I've had a shit time of it this week, I'm here to tell you that my favourite thing this Friday (and yes it IS still Friday because I checked ) has been spending a lot of this week with my grandson who thinks I'm uber-cool and can do almost anything. But my absolute favourite thing was when he climbed up on my lap and we had the following exchange:

Little P : "I love you Bella"

Me: "I love you more" 

Little P : "Not possible"

This Bella gig is pretty good.