The Nonna Diaries Return

Since Baby B was born 3.5 years ago, and this blog was born in his honour, my Mum has been a huge part of his little life. My husband and I are extremely lucky to be able to travel both with work and for pleasure and know that he is safe in his Nonna’s care. It is something that we never take for granted and something which we are extremely grateful for.

So as I write this I am sitting on a comfortable sofa, in a stunning Chalet in the Italian mountains having spent a wonderful day on the slopes. B is with his Nonna who since we first started leaving them for their previous weeks together, has documented her days on Facebook, which I in turn pop on this blog.

Here we go with the Nonna Diaries Jan/Feb 2015….

Day One 

Day one started at 6.45, praise the Lord, it wasn’t 5.30! Although at bed time I did give him strict instructions that he wasn’t to wake up before 7! His opening line, a very random, Nonna I want to change my name to Jemina Puddleduck! Followed quickly by the fact that he badly needed a haircut as his fringe was going in his eyes and he couldn’t see very well! Then having satisfied himself he had my attention he suggested we went downstairs and play!

He has become a very confident 3 1/2 year old. He wants to do everything, not only for himself but for anyone else he sees as being in his domain! He dresses, and undresses himself. Feeds himself very well with a knife and a fork! Pretty much dictates, or believes he does, and commands his loyal and loving family! Actually he is a dictator at heart. A small (stature wise only) one, but he is one stubborn cookie! His vocabulary amazes me, his memory for every aspect in his life astounding. Yes, I know I’m a proud Nonna! He is entertaining and fun to be with. Some facets I have still to understand, having only had girls. Apart from the obvious, life with a little boy is really different to having a girl. The love of super hero’s, fighting, climbing, guns, precarious balancing on objects that shouldn’t be balanced on! The wonders of having a Willy! Peeing standing up. He is really really proud of that last point! On the other hand he loves it when his mother paints his toe nail (only one!) and it has to be red!

I love my time with him. Every day is an adventure. Wonder what tomorrow will bring?

Day Two 

A reasonable wake up. I had promised him an outing with Aunty Frankie to Toys R Us, so with that in mind he was raring to go. He’s a happy little thing most of the time, a lovely nature. But first thing in the morning he is at his most appealing. I suppose this is because he has worked out that he has to be at that time of the morning! He wouldn’t get far if he was a miserable sod! But the hair, the face, the cuddle he offers up, who could not be taken in!

I must, before going any further, confess/warn any other grandparent/or person looking to buy a little something for that special little person in their life. Read instructions first!!! Could not find anything in Spain to buy my little treasure. But at the airport I started to have pangs about arriving empty handed. I spot a rather spectacular remote control helicopter. But on inspection it was for age 14+. I explain to the lady that I want something for a three year old and she shows me this dinosaur egg. Lots of fun, she says, put it in water, it hatches, grows and the child loves it. Great.

When I get this thing home and show it to his father, he starts to laugh and wishes me luck (they were off for the week) ! It can take up to 48 hours to hatch. Then it has to be left soaking for another 5-8 days! Now, try and explain this to a 3 1/2 year old. ‘Wait a minute’ is hard enough. ‘Days’ impossible! Every morning, quite often during the day and last thing before bed we check on this bloody egg! We are on day two and not even a crack! I think he is beginning to lose interest and I can see I am going to be left with this sodding egg that is going to do nothing! Hopefully, if anything, its teaching him patience! Yeah right !!!!

The Egg!

School tomorrow. Hope drop off goes smoothly. I hate it when he grabs my leg and I am left dragging him across the class room floor as I try to leave.

Related posts:

The Nonna Diaries – Day 1 & 2 The Nonna Diaries – The Final Countdown The Nonna Diaries – Day 5