Family observations: son, nana

On the weekend, I woke up to hear my son singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star whilst playing the xylophone with his drum sticks. Last night he talked seriously to his teddy bear: “Teddy, would you like to use the potty? Good boy.  Now you can have a sticker!”

My husband says he used to have me on a pedestal. The pedestal still exists, “but it’s smaller because you’re a real person now”. I imagine myself having trouble balancing on this tiny pedestal.

On the train, my son is excited to spot a picture of ferries and excitedly reminisces about Sydney. There was a big boat and elephants, stomp stomp, the tiger was sleeping, there were big monkeys and small monkeys, and seals. All of these animals are impersonated. There was a plane which went up and down up and down up and down and became very fast. When we leave the train and he is no longer able to tell the train passenger this story, he becomes very upset.

I have forgotten to ring my nana for her birthday. My mum says that due to Nana’s dementia I can ring her any day of the week and wish her happy birthday because she’ll never remember…