Everything is right in the world. It’s nearly 8pm on Friday night, the end of half term and our boys are currently playing lego and helicopters and turtles and rockets, in the semi darkness, with Grandma. She is amazing. She plays with them for hours. They think she is the coolest person in the world. E and W tell me regularly that “Grandma is way cooler than you Mummy”. And I’ll take that. Because there’s no one better at playing secret service spy ninja turtles than Grandma.
It makes me feel so settled, happy and content to see them hanging out with her. They conned her into a 9.99 lego set each today – something transformers esque. And then when they came home with them, it actually took Grandma three hours to help the boys put them together. They loved her persistence and wouldn’t let her give up – she was protesting that it was a job for Daddy Weston.
She’s going to go home and sleep for a long time, god bless her. She’s been up at 6.30am every day with W going to her saying “Good Morning, I’m your alarm clock!!” every day. And then doing breakfast, snacks, getting them dressed, taking them to swimming, having hot chocolate ready for when they have finished, and then doing an activity or going for an adventure, or crafting or taking them to a Kung Fu Halloween party. Every day. And allowing them to climb all over her or totally ignore her and pretend that they aren’t totally besotted by her.
I hope that one day I’m lucky enough to become a Grandma myself. And that I’ll be able to do these things with my own grandchildren. Because although my mum is totally pooped, she tells me she’s making memories, having fun and loving being with them. It’s going to be very quiet, lonely and frankly boring for the boys tomorrow when she goes home. They’ll be down on playmates and we’re nowhere near as entertaining as Grandma.
This is a very old picture of her, playing with the boys one bath time, wearing their pants on her head. I told you she was cool !!
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