You adore your Grandad. How can you not? HE adores you immensely.
Whenever we go to his house to fetch him to go swimming or for the saturday excursion, the moment we reach the garage from the alley, and you see Grandad sitting waiting for us, you start screaming "GangGah, GangGah!!!!"
Every time we have a meal together, be it Sunday Lunch, Taco Tuesday or Letti Thursday, you get to sit next to Grandad, and sometimes, halfway through the meal, you would lean over to place your head on Grandad's arm affectionately.
Whenever we are at Grandad's house, and you are running around and getting into all kinds of stuff, you always remember once in a while, to run over to where Grandad is sitting, hug his leg, and put your head on his knee.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
For several months now, you have been trying to get your diapers off. You have often succeeded and would then run around au natural and start peeing on the floor, resulting in mummy chasing after you with a fresh diaper and a roll of paper towels.
I kept telling your dad, "at least it's just pee".
Yesterday, you took your diapers off, and pooped. On the floor.
I told your dad, "at least he wasn't playing with it"
Today, you took your diapers off, pooped, and started examining the aforementioned poo.
I told your dad, "at least he wasn't smearing it all over the place"
Now, I am almost afraid of what tomorrow may bring.
I'll just have to make sure I put your shorts on over your diapers.