There's Something About Nanna

On Saturday night, I left our front door unlocked for Mum and Ethan to come in when they arrived sometime in the early morning of Sunday and went to bed. I knew they would arrive well after I was asleep, as Mum had sent me a message saying they'd pulled over to have a nap before going on.

When I got up during the night for one of my numerous bathroom trips thanks mainly to a baby making a trampoline of my bladder, I noticed the light I had left on was still alight and I didn't sleep so well, wondering if they were okay but knowing that poor Mum hasn't been sleeping well lately due to stressing about me I figured she had slept longer than originally thought and had decided to make her way here in the early morn.

At 7.15 Sunday morning I was awoken by a text message simply saying 'Can we come in now?'. Turns out that after I got up and checked the door was unlocked for them, I managed to lock it without even thinking about it. Whoops.

And my lovely Mum decided not to wake me when they arrived to find themselves locked out - she and Max slept in the car! Poor things! Especially considering Mum knew she was leaving just over 24 hours later...

While she was only here briefly to leave Uncle Max here as my house slave until Bubba Boy arrives, Nanna and the girls had so much fun, they're all so beautiful together.

Oh, my!

What's That?

A visit from Nanna means sleep ins for Mummy and Daddy, busy and full days for the girls and coffee. And by coffee I mean a lime milkshake, quarter-strength cappuccino in a mug and two baby cinos.

This visit, Nanna tried a little bribery to get Ellie to go potty before we went out, the whole potty issue is a post for another day, and it did, of course work. Nanna did ask me if it was okay to offer her an iced chocolate, to which I said "yes, of course." Why not?

When the promised iced chocolate arrived, Ellie wouldn't even look at it. She was completely freaked out. Her answer to the issue at hand was to turn her back on it, probably in the hope that it would disappear. my reaction was simply "Ho-ly crap!" I am not entirely sure what I thought an iced chocolate was when we'd talked about it earlier, but for whatever reason I hadn't realised it would be, well, an actual iced chocolate.

A spoonful of the offending drink changed Ellie's mind about ignoring it and she got to work devouring her treat. It was a struggle for her as the large cup meant spills and spills meant putting the drink down to wipe the table, but eventually she was done.

Next time I will think things through before I say yes...

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