My sister is a bit awesome. She spent most of the weekend with us, and most of Sunday taking care of S so that I could work and write an essay that was due in.
On Sunday morning I went and hid upstairs while S stayed downstairs with A.
As I sat on my bed, trying to concentrate on a ridiculous assignment in which I had no interest, I could hear whoops of laughter, screaming, running, giggling.
S climbed on things, jumped, ran around, played peekaboo, clambered over bean bags, sloshed water bottles, pulled faces, practised her new words. At one point I could hear her making “wibbly” noises as if she were being jigged on someone’s knee, but when I looked she was sitting on the trolley her building blocks live in… with a big blanket wrapped around her, with my sister quickly wobbling her back and forth while they both grinned from ear to ear!
At one point my other sister Z came to visit with her partner and their son, E, who is only 9 weeks old. I think S enjoyed showing off, prancing about in her vest and wellies saying “oh dear… oh no!”
A often looks after S for me. Whenever she does, I remind her that I want it to be a treat for S to spend time with her auntie. She should look forward to it, and not feel that she’s been dumped on someone so that I can go out or something. This weekend was the first time I’ve left A looking after S, but not left the house. The noise that came from downstairs while I was messing about with my stupid assignment made me smile. I wanted to sneak down here to see what was causing so much merriment!
Later, while I cooked our tea, S spent half an hour running up and down the hall way, shrieking with delight as A opened and closed the living room door. I have no idea what was so funny, but it was positively hysterical.
I still feel very guilty that I barely spent any time with S this weekend… but I know she had a fantastic time!