Our grand daughter Tilly will be two on Christmas Eve – she loves to ascend anything climbable at every opportunity whether it’s meant to be climbed or not. Two Christmas’s ago she was a serene little sleep champion who didn’t even wake up for a hearing test, let alone her heel prick. How things change!
So sweet! Now look at her – still sweet, but with more than a touch of spice (chili, not nutmeg). In the first three she was prancing around on a stone table top, feeling triumphant, while the adults sitting around it were on high alert in case she fell…
In the second pair of photos, she is watching the flames and ash ascending from uncle Alex’s latest bonfire. Thankfully she is more wary of fire than she is of climbing !
Matilda has yet to meet her new(ish) cousin Banjo. I’m looking forward to “Family Christmas” in about six months, when our kids and their kids will all get together for a few days. It’s a fairly rare event, thanks to the long distances between us, but social media keeps everyone in touch in a way that would astonish my grandparents.
Here are the other two grand kids, Juniper and Banjo, photo by their mum, via social media. They were wearing their Christmas outfits from me – I made the shorts and bought matching t-shirts, which delighted Juni, fortunately.
I don’t know what happened, but I’ve missed a couple of weeks…Cheeky is a word often used of toddlers generally, and for our grand daughter Matilda in particular. They are endlessly curious and keen to try things we’d rather they didn’t – like pushing the button on the side of a brick public barbecue…She was so delighted by the cloud of smelly smoke that resulted – us not so much! And those things, so easy to turn on that a toddler can do it, have no off switch…
We went to the coast – Port Fairy and Killarney Beach, then the park at Koroit for hot chips and potato cakes (no BBQ) – because a hot day was forecast, and generally, the coast is cooler…But not always, and we chose one of the Hot On The Coast days, alas.
This week it’s images of satisfaction we are looking for, and once more I’m running late with my response. I have an excuse, though, and his name is Banjo – he’s my third grandchild (to date) and he’s just past six weeks old.
Satisfaction can come from many things and experiences, but a nice cup of tea is satisfactory to many of us. I took this photo of a vintage “trio” to use in advertising our local Hall’s planned High Tea later this year.
There’s a lot of satisfaction in spending time with little kids, especially when they’re grandkids and you get to give them back! Juniper and Banjo are siblings, Matilda (in the middle) is their cousin. Juni’s satisfaction comes from playing with her many vehicles, but she also loves “Icy-colds”, regardless of the weather. Matilda is fond of dancing on tables, which her grown-ups are less keen on, but fear of falling doesn’t seem to occur to her! Banjo is fairly easily satisfied with a full belly and a dry bottom, he doesn’t want much else.
Passing by, passing through, some things are transient, here today, gone in a few seconds and you’d better be quick on that shutter button to capture the moment.
Our new grand son, Banjo was only a few days old (he’s a-week-and-a-bit now) when I took these photos. His expression changes constantly – everything is surprising and disturbing when you are quite new to it all!
We had a few days to get to know him before coming home. I get to go back in a month or so and enjoy watching him discover the world some more.
My Grandma lived next door when I grew up, but she had kids (my uncle Jim and aunty Jen) who were around the same age as me and my siblings. She wouldn’t have had the time to just sit and enjoy her grandkids, which hadn’t occurred to me before. We played together a lot, but there was none of the special (and short-lived) “Grandma” time I can have with our three grandkids.
The theme, like this week, is “evanescent” – although the week could be quite memorable, since I am here in Canberra awaiting the birth of Juniper’s sibling. We spent much of yesterday afternoon outside, enjoying the fleeting autumn sunshine and the last of the fast -falling leaves. Juni’s Mummy gave her some big sticks of chalk to draw on the concrete path, knowing that whatever art she produced would soon be gone. It rained a bit today (which didn’t keep Juni from playing outside), so I’m guessing the chalk marks have already faded away. Thanks to photography, they won’t be utterly forgotten, though.
The red leaf was hanging by a thread, besides which the ray of sunlight would soon move away, so that glow was particularly short-lived. We all know about dandelion clocks! I count myself lucky to have found one still intact.
Our Earth is a water planet, luckily for us, because that means we have beaches and rolling surf, all around the surface of the earth.
We had a day out this week with little Matilda, her mum and dad and uncle Alex. These pics all taken on Griffith Island, Port Fairy. The island is a reserve for the Mutton birds that breed there. You can possibly guess from the common name what happened to these birds when colonists “discovered” them. Luckily they didn’t go the way of the Passenger Pigeon, but they still need protection – mainly from foxes and cats these days.
Matilda loved the feeling of sand under her toes, but she wasn’t nearly as keen on the water that kept running after her. I spotted the little cairn that someone had built on a rock near the lighthouse. I’ve no idea how long it has been there, but loved the little human touch on the wild and wet coast.
Our younger Grand-daughter, Matilda, is one year old on Christmas Eve. In anticipation of the day, we had an early party for her in the park. Nothing could have prepared her for the experience of eating fistfuls of frosting, but she quickly came to grips with it…
She’d been walking with adult help for several weeks, and we’d been looking forward to the day she would take off and walk independently – and of course, it was the playground nearby that gave her the incentive to just go under her own steam, an adult in her wake to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble. It’s the grown-ups job to anticipate what can happen next, and make sure it doesn’t. We can anticipate fun things, too, like a baby meeting frosting for the first time, but no one anticipated her pleasure in squishing whipped cream with her toes!