I'm very proud of my grandbaby Matilda. Did I mention that at all? Not that I have any desire to become a baby bore, but she is particularly special. Particularly scrumptious. Particularly alert and intelligent. And, of course, this is a completely objective opinion.
Matilda's earliest memory of her maternal grandma:
Family tradition, you see. My Uncle Edward always used to entertain us as tiny children with the song 'This is the way the lady rides' bouncing us on his knee. I think he had his own version as I can't find the lyrics I remember so well ANYWHERE.
"This is the way the ploughboy rides: step, by step, by step.
This is the way the lady rides: trit-trot-trit-trot-trit-trot.
This is the way the huntsman rides: a-gallop, a-gallop, a-gallop and DOWN into the ditch."
Lots of (gentle) baby bouncing on my knees and a final swoop downwards and...
projectile vomit from Baby Matilda, which somehow managed to go right up the right leg of my shorts.
I've always been good with babies.