Magic moments from today:
--Waking up to the snuffle, snorkle, oink oink oink of a wee little piggy in the next room.
--Hearing that snuffle, snorkle, oink oink oink rise to a cacophony of squeals and screams and moos and clucks and grunts and chatters of a hysterical diva-in-training who wants her breakfast NOW!
--Watching her learn to roll a ball, pushing it around the room with her wee little snoutie.
--Seeing her push and pull and tug and knead her blanket to get her bed 'just right'.
--Discovering that today, on Day 3, she has decided I am the cat’s meow (or the piggy’s oink) as she suddenly climbs on my lap for a cuddle after play.
|May I come up here, pwease?|
|You makes a good cushion, Auntie Jean!|
|I'z sleepy. I'z gonna haz a nap now.|
-- Listening to her scream every time she sees me – not from hunger but from her demand for attention.
-- Feeling incredibly ‘needed’ by this little piggy, and caving to her demands to play EVERY SINGLE TIME.
-- Knowing that I would have made the perfect grandmother: Spoil the kid rotten for a few days and then send her back home.
Dover and I are having a blast. By Tuesday she will be truly, totally, a full-fledged Diva. And then I will hand her back to Sandi. <<< insert evil grin here>>>
|Dover, in black and white|