Yesterday I was in charge. The Middle of the Darling Daughters had had to go into school for the day, in preparation for her return to work next week - so it was just Faris and me. What fun!
The M of the DDs had emailed me in advance extremely detailed instructions covering (she thought) every eventuality from operating the high chair to knowing which of the angel's wings I needed to lift
to set the baby monitor. That is what you call efficiency.
I think I did pretty well all things considering. It took me three quarters of an hour to feed the boy
his dinner - then he wolfed down his chocolate petit filou in less than five minutes. Despite being left a helpful map to enable me to find the park, we somehow missed the road, ended up miles away and Faris fell asleep just two minutes before we (finally)
arrived at the swings. Then when we made it back home I found I couldn't open the front door and had to ask the help of the very charming next door neighbour. Everything else went swimmingly. I think Faris enjoyed me being in charge.
Yesterday I was in charge (this is Faris, by the way.) I don't know why Grandad wasn't looking after Nanni like he usually does, but she turned up at ours and it was up to me to look after her while
Mummy was out. I thought it would keep her amused if I played my Feeding Game with her, to test out the speed of her reactions. Basically, what happens is that as soon as whoever is feeding me offers me a spoonful of food, I whip out my left arm and send chicken
noodles or whatever dinner might be, here, there and everywhere. It is quite a messy game and Nanni was not very good at it but it certainly helped her to feel at home, I felt. It took her ages to get the food into me (well, that is, all the food that didn't
end up on the high chair tray, the floor, or Nanni's clothes. In the end she tied a muslin round her neck like a kind of bib. I thought I was the baby here?
that we went out for a walk. I thought Nanni needed some fresh air as she was looking a bit pink-cheeked with all the effort of the Feeding Game. I have to confess that I did kind of drop off to sleep at some point in our interminable stroll and when I woke
up Nanni was having a bit of trouble with the front door. She really is a bit of a liability sometimes but, hey, she is MY Nanni so I won't hear a word against her.
I helped her read my books. She seemed to particularly enjoy the noisy ones, the ones where you have to push a button and listen to music. She kept pushing the buttons and singing along. It was good to see her enjoying herself so much, bless her. Mostly
we just played because I reckoned that would be best. She seemed perfectly happy to go along with whatever I wanted to do.
She obviously knew who was