This week we have heard from and seen mummy-bloggers, but the real scoop is the crop of new baby-bloggers. A quick note from grandpa to Frankie in Melbourne drew a hasty and thoughtful response.
Grandpa to Frankie
“G’Day Frankie, Grandpa came across your little frozen cubes of veggies in the freezer and decided to write and ask how you are getting on?
I suppose you are now way past blitzed veggies and taking in t ‘bone steak in your adventurous strides.
Say hello to your Mum and Dad for me and say we are looking forward to March 26
Pip pip!
Love Grandpa”
Blogger Frankie replied
Dear Grandpa
It was lovely to hear from you. I still quite like puréed food, but don’t send it over…enjoy it yourself, perhaps stir it through a pasta, together with some chorizo. Mum made me a Ploughman’s Lunch today, which I thought was quite strange because I am not a Ploughman, nor do I have any idea what a Ploughman is.
It was good anyway, and it had lettuce and carrot, some ham, cherry tomatoes, grapes and a piece of toast with pesto spread on BOTH sides. As is the custom with the peeps in my set, if its worth eating straight from a plate it’s worth throwing on the floor, having mum pick it up and put it on the plate again, then eat it (repeat step one and two as necessary). Mum also made some icypoles out of banana, which I just love.
Anyway, you should know that I’ve pushed up a couple of little chompers, which I reckon is great because I can now bite things like my bed and the wooden frame around the mirror and it leaves a couple of little indentations (that’s a big word…where did I learn that?). Dad reckons they’re a bit crooked and went straight out and took out health insurance with orthodontics cover. I think he overreacted, although I will concede that, given that I only have two lower teeth, I do technically have an underbite.
Dad bought a little seat for me that attaches to the handle bars of his bike. I reckon it’s great fun…he and I rode down to a cafe in Carlton this morning…he had a coffee, but didn’t get one for me. As a consequence, I fell asleep on the way home.
Did I tell you that I’m going to day care every Thursday and Friday whilst mum and Dad are at work and Uni? I really like it there…it’s at the University of Melbourne, so most of my friends there are the kids of academics…best I don’t go into the details, but I know you’ll be the one to appreciate the implications of that (let’s just say that nappy rash is not the only thing that is RED there).
I’m really looking forward to seeing you in a couple of weeks…I think you’ll be pretty impressed with how well I’m doing…I think you’ll realise that I’m your best grandchild, even if its unlikely that I’ll carry on your name. There’s no need to say anything about it, but know that I know that you know.
Lots of Love
Frankie.
Xxx
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