Do I whinge and moan? Of course I do. But not always. How much joy has Little Jo brought into our life?
Sister and the Bone Doctor are off to New Zealand tomorrow for a holiday and then Sister is moving to the country to be with the Bone Doctor for a couple of months. After seeing Little Jo pretty well weekly and becoming quite proprietorial about seeing her, it is going to be some time before we see her again.
What happened to Sister's baby? I can't believe how quickly it has happened. Little Jo is now a toddler. She can't quite string sentences together yet, but gets her message across.
R took her to the park for play on Wednesday afternoon and then looked after her Thursday night while Sister went for a meal in Lygon Street with friends. I was at work and missed out, so this morning I went for coffee with Sister, just really to see Little Jo.
I had printed out a photo of a Kiwi, a special ground bird in NZ, where they are going to holiday. I got Little Jo saying kiwi when I showed her the photo. I showed her photos of herself on my phone and she knew they were of her, well the recent ones. She decided she wanted to ring Constantinople and I said no. Mistake. You must divert their attention. You can't say no. Sister diverted her attention as I protested that it goes agin my grain. Doesn't anyone ever say no to kids? While I am going along with this divert attention thing, kids really need to learn the word no.
Trying to be objective, there is no doubt Little Jo is smart, in spite of her school teacher mother coaching. This coaching worries me a bit. Kids less that two years old should not be able to count up to six. At the park last week, I noticed she is quite tall for her age too. She is as tall as older kiddies who were well advanced on her.
But then without coaching, she became a cafe brought up kid. Unbidden, one day she picked up a note pad and started to go around the room taking orders. Chino? Milk? Chiz? (cheeze)
It is the first time I have seen it, but Little Jo can amuse herself on her own with her toys etc. She talked away to herself. Magic. I only stayed for a short time. Sister said, are you going already? Yeah, I have eaten your apple scrolls, drunk you crappy coffee and I amid a much exciting geanology experience. More on that later. Besides, it is vacumming day. If I don't vacumm, R won't do the house cleaning tonight and the Universe will explode and shatter. When I am dragged kicking and screaming to the shops tomorrow, if the house work is not done, R will be very grumpy.
Here is where I get serious, just for once. Dealing with Step Father's death wasn't easy. Dealing with my Tradie Brother's separation from his wife and the kids involved is not easy and nor is his new girlfriend against my sister law, who we love dearly. Obviously dealing with Mother is not easy. I am really not sure how we all would have coped if it wasn't faith in the future, Little Jo. It is a big load to put on a kiddie less than two years old, but she is our future and given us all a very strong connection.