Friday, September 28, 2007

Pwease

'Granma!'

'Yes?'

Granma, come here'

Why?

Pwease.

Why?

Pwease.


Why do you want me to come over there?

Pweeease!

Okay

I want my blanket.

It was next to her on the floor, within reach.

Did your arms fall off?

'Yeah'

Walking away I hear, Granma, I want you...

Little Miss 3 is fighting return of the disgusting cough, with associated fever.

She took 17 and a half years off my life while she was sleeping this afternoon, eyes open, mumbling things. I had to think about whether this was a wee special of hers because she is special or consider the fact she was delirious.

Cool face cloth and stripping her down to her sleeping diapers did wonders and now she's found my motherly achilles heel ... nothing is too much for the sick one.

Earlier she called me over with the words, 'Granma, I need a hug'.

I'm glad her mum is coming back tonight. I've been here and done this, it's a slippery slope for me, I can't over-ride the mothering thing that lurks in my body.

4 comments:

Manictastic said...

Oh she's so cute. she does have some manners, she said pwease :)

Di Mackey said...

Lol she is. I was just working on the photographs I took of you and her today :) Hope to get them to you soon.

I'll focus on the manners. Bedankt.

Jon said...

Wow, Jess said she was sick, but delarious with fever, thats kinda scary, hope she gets better soon.

Give her a hug from me all tell her Jom hopes she feels well soon.

Di Mackey said...

Well, I don't think she was delerious, she's a serious sleeper but it was disturbing knowing she was also quite warm at the time.

She smiled over the get well soon :)