Under Age Nana: July 2016

It has been a while. I'm more tired than I was at the end of term. Two little people is a lot of work when you have a wounded greyhound in the house that the 11 month old just wants to smooch and house full of charger cords and nick naks that are not suitable for being admired by toddler or baby. No fire guard and a labrador that loves the tamariki more than they love him also makes for a challenging experience. BUT (never start a sentence with but...) we are having a ball being grandparents (even though I still believe we are ten years doing this earlier than we should be. 27 is far too young to be a nana).

My plan all week has been to post on here once the little people are in bed but I've been too knackered! Also my favourite camera is not working. That has broken my heart but hopefully my purchases on ebay will rectify that. In the meantime I shook the cobwebs off my old one and used my iphone. That has made posting even more challenging because I am sourcing my images from all over the place. A bit like an international drug dealer does when purchasing the goods for their customers. Well I assume it is similar.

I have, in fact, had to pop out and source drugs for these wee snot gobblers. The chemist was rubbing his hands together when we arrived leaving trails of snot behind us. Poor wee guys have been a bit crook the week before they came to us and were well on the mend when they arrived but still not 100%.

Nixon has been well impressed with the digger working on the bridge at our gate and the many trucks going past at 30kms because of the road works. "Wow, that was a big truck," has become a regular statement over past couple of days. Beau just looks at his big brother with great admiration each time he speaks. So cute.

Grandad has become even more popular (who would have thought that was possible) due to his now famous (in Nixon's world) hot chocolates. The toast in bed continues with the crumbs all on my side. That is something I need to sort out.

Beau still is dragging himself along the floor like an Olympic breast stroke swimmer. He doesn't seem to be interested in crawling around in the traditional way. He is a modern new age baby making his own traditions.

Nixon's singing has kept us entertained. He has the ABC song sorted until he gets to 's' then the last bit is a bit muddled. The wheels and wipers on the bus are doing our heads in but he does sing it beautifully. My favourite is Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Next NZ Idol I reckon or X Factor winner.