Well, just look at this little chap!!!
The apple of his Grandpa's eye!!
10.5 months old and almost 21 lbs of muscle, bone and sinew . . . . with a voracious appetite and a lot to say for himself . . . . albeit in baby language.
He doesn't seem that bothered at the moment about sitting in a girl's pink high chair, borrowed from a good friend. He knows he is one of the boys and enjoyed the joke Grandpa told him . . . . but shhh! . . . don't tell Mummy!
Lisa, his mummy, has started a one year Post Graduate Certificate in Education and I was asked if I would look after Peter for Thursdays and Fridays, and her mother will do the same for Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
Well, I have just done my first two days and as you can see from the photo Peter says I have passed my test with flying colours.
Thursday
Thursday
Peter arrived on the doorstep at 7.30 am on Thursday and beamed as soon as he saw me and held his little hands out to greet me. Lisa handed him over and brought a few baby things inside, including nappies (diapers), wipes, and lots of baby toys and several baby books. My house looks like a nursery now . . . . lol.
He promptly dismissed his mum and waved her goodbye and I carried him back to the front door, banged the door knocker and said, "Wake up Grandpa . . . . . wake up! . . . Peter is here!!! He had not a clue what I was saying but proceeded to bang the door knocker and squealed for joy. I had decided to make his days total fun . . . and to teach him things, stimulate him and make him laugh.
Peter is no stranger to me . . . in previous weeks I had looked after him just for a few hours so he could get used to being with just me and there was never the slightest problem.
I carried him to the hall mirror and said, "Who's that? And he laughed when he saw the reflection of us.
Into the kitchen/diner area where Maria's rocking chair is situated. He just loved that and managed to rock it himself under supervision, surrounded by all his toys which soon ended on the floor:
On a worktop is a stereo radio and I taught him to switch it on and out came a glorious rendition of a J.S.Bach Brandenburg Concerto - he loved it and started bouncing up and down to the music and waving his arms like an eccentric conductor. He quickly learned the words 'Radio', 'Clock' and 'Lights' . . . and always pointed to the right one. He then promptly learned where Grandpa's nose is and he 'bopped' me a few times on it.
It was then time for breakfast and boy, did he 'knock' some food back - I have never seen anything like it:
Two whole Weetabix soaked in whole milk . . . . He was still hungry . . . . . A full piece of toast with low salt butter and Marmite with the crusts cut off . . . . demolished!! Still hungry . . . . . cheese cubes . . . . yum yum! . . . then some blueberries which he loves. All washed down with water.
And I was rewarded with what . . . . . . a dirty nappy . . . . gee thanks Peter!
The first one I had dealt with for 22 years yet he was considerate for it was not too offensive . . . lol
Then playtime with Grandpa for an hour and I saw him getting tired. I have a travel cot in my lounge (living room) but I thought I would sit with him in the rocking chair and sing some nursery songs to him. No-one has every rocked him to sleep but I wanted to because it is a new place for him and I wanted him to be totally secure. I held him close and rocked the rocking chair and sang the nursery songs in the most boring tone and way I could which did sent him off to sleep and almost me as well.
I transferred him to his cot and his eyes opened but closed them again and he rolled over on his side with his sleep doll and he stayed asleep for almost 2 hours.
Shhh!
Then play and book reading and having fun . . . . into the high chair and help Grandpa eat his belated breakfast and for Peter to drink some formula .
A right little bookworm he is turning out to be . . . .
Ooops! . . . . perhaps not a good idea to eat it . . .
It's time to go for a walk . . . . so into the buggy and off we go.
"Come on Grandpa . . . . show me off to some of your friends."
And so I did. We walked (or I walked) for miles and he was gurgling all the way and we stopped in the park to look at the ducks. "Quack! Quack!"
Result and reward for Grandpa when we got home !!!! . . . . one of the most offensive nappies I have ever had the misfortune to come across - much worse than his dad's . . . . . . . . it must have been those Weetabix . . . lol.
That serves you right! Grandpa!
I'll tell you about Friday soon.
For Peter fans . . . I have another post on him HERE
I am having a rest from the Weekend Quotations but will return to them in due course, plus more ambulance stories to come soon.
Also, I have not had time to get round to your blogs lately - hope to do so soon.
He promptly dismissed his mum and waved her goodbye and I carried him back to the front door, banged the door knocker and said, "Wake up Grandpa . . . . . wake up! . . . Peter is here!!! He had not a clue what I was saying but proceeded to bang the door knocker and squealed for joy. I had decided to make his days total fun . . . and to teach him things, stimulate him and make him laugh.
Peter is no stranger to me . . . in previous weeks I had looked after him just for a few hours so he could get used to being with just me and there was never the slightest problem.
I carried him to the hall mirror and said, "Who's that? And he laughed when he saw the reflection of us.
Into the kitchen/diner area where Maria's rocking chair is situated. He just loved that and managed to rock it himself under supervision, surrounded by all his toys which soon ended on the floor:
On a worktop is a stereo radio and I taught him to switch it on and out came a glorious rendition of a J.S.Bach Brandenburg Concerto - he loved it and started bouncing up and down to the music and waving his arms like an eccentric conductor. He quickly learned the words 'Radio', 'Clock' and 'Lights' . . . and always pointed to the right one. He then promptly learned where Grandpa's nose is and he 'bopped' me a few times on it.
It was then time for breakfast and boy, did he 'knock' some food back - I have never seen anything like it:
Two whole Weetabix soaked in whole milk . . . . He was still hungry . . . . . A full piece of toast with low salt butter and Marmite with the crusts cut off . . . . demolished!! Still hungry . . . . . cheese cubes . . . . yum yum! . . . then some blueberries which he loves. All washed down with water.
And I was rewarded with what . . . . . . a dirty nappy . . . . gee thanks Peter!
The first one I had dealt with for 22 years yet he was considerate for it was not too offensive . . . lol
Then playtime with Grandpa for an hour and I saw him getting tired. I have a travel cot in my lounge (living room) but I thought I would sit with him in the rocking chair and sing some nursery songs to him. No-one has every rocked him to sleep but I wanted to because it is a new place for him and I wanted him to be totally secure. I held him close and rocked the rocking chair and sang the nursery songs in the most boring tone and way I could which did sent him off to sleep and almost me as well.
I transferred him to his cot and his eyes opened but closed them again and he rolled over on his side with his sleep doll and he stayed asleep for almost 2 hours.
Shhh!
Then play and book reading and having fun . . . . into the high chair and help Grandpa eat his belated breakfast and for Peter to drink some formula .
A right little bookworm he is turning out to be . . . .
Ooops! . . . . perhaps not a good idea to eat it . . .
It's time to go for a walk . . . . so into the buggy and off we go.
"Come on Grandpa . . . . show me off to some of your friends."
And so I did. We walked (or I walked) for miles and he was gurgling all the way and we stopped in the park to look at the ducks. "Quack! Quack!"
Result and reward for Grandpa when we got home !!!! . . . . one of the most offensive nappies I have ever had the misfortune to come across - much worse than his dad's . . . . . . . . it must have been those Weetabix . . . lol.
That serves you right! Grandpa!
I'll tell you about Friday soon.
For Peter fans . . . I have another post on him HERE
I am having a rest from the Weekend Quotations but will return to them in due course, plus more ambulance stories to come soon.
Also, I have not had time to get round to your blogs lately - hope to do so soon.
