She delighted friends who came to dinner and others who had us to their house for dinner. It was also the last week of the Tour de France cycling race, which we watched every day for the last hour of coverage between 7.30 am and 8.30 am. She always wanted to know about the cycling guys and where was the yellow jersey guy, although she had no idea what it meant and she watched intently along with her grandfather to see who won the stage. Unfortunately you can't mute the ads because they are just as interesting to her as the program, because they don't have TV at her house. However they do have every children's DVD known to man, both in English and Italian.
Although her father speaks almost exclusively in Italian to her and she understands him, until now she has been reluctant to speak it herself. But in the last few months and since her visit to see her grandparents in Italy at the end of June, she is starting to say a few phrases. I have been very interested to watch this as I want to see the process of producing a completely bilingual child.
I'm really sorry that we didn't save more toys from when my children were young. But we do have one that might be of interest. Actually it's really rather embarrassing, since we made it ourselves. Below you see the dollhouse that we built for my 40 yr old daughter when she was 4 or 5.
Note the Mactac wallpaper and wall to wall carpet of leftover fabric. We used to have little battery operated hanging lights and lamps but the battery pack was broken so we chucked them when we resurrected this for my granddaughter.
Better Homes and Gardens would certainly have given this living room a gold star. Father is seen above in the elegantly appointed bedroom. Note the bathroom with the modern fixtures, showcasing the height of luxury, a gold toilet seat.
In the kitchen the baby waits patiently in the high chair for Mother to prepare dinner. However the only food available is a bunch of bananas, although there could be something delicious in the pot on the stove.
My daughter played with this house for hours as a child and her daughter enjoyed it too. The old scientist and I thought it was rather hokey and were a bit embarrassed by how amateurish it really is. But it was a big hit and no doubt will come out of mothballs when she comes again at Christmas.
I don't get to play Grandmother very often and I didn't get to be one until I was 67, so I hope you will forgive me if I indulge myself a little in this post. Here's one last photo of her on the Aquabus ferry as we tootled around False Creek. Regular programming will resume soon.