Overseas Job

I have suddenly been recruited for a job overseas!

Next Monday, I am off to the U.S. of A.

for a fortnight's child-minding duties.

Here are my charges!

Cute eh?

Well, OK, they are my grandchildren.

Now, where did I put that passport?

From the mouths of grandchildren...

On day three of Granny Camp....

some of us collected wood for a bonfire...

...then waited patiently for it to be ready for marshmallows.

When we realised our grannies couldn't start a fire in hell...

we went inside and singed our sugar

at the open door of the wood heater.

Some of us climbed gates.

One of us was camera shy...

...and one of us wasn't.

One of us was cute enough to eat...

... and one of us was wise enough to say,

"Grandmothers are like cats.

They can do whatever they want."

Camp Granny

 Oh, I am such a lucky granny!

Because I have two of my grandsons staying for the week,

I invited two of my sisters
and their grand daughters up for a couple of nights.

We have had so much fun at Camp Granny ...
 we will certainly do it again!

Peg people

Professor Snott

And ... they pulled that turnip out!

Some people had to read ahead on the bedtime story!

Then they made pasta for dinner...

Master Chef has a lot to answer for!

One of the Grannys does a great foot massage.

And they all slept on one big makeshift bed.

The Grannys slept well too.

Indulge me

Sadly, The Americans have gone.

But I know you will allow me one granny post 

before resuming normal transmission.

  Don't you find it interesting to be a tourist in your own city? 

It always makes me look at things in through a different lens 

when I am out and about with visitors.

Like these sculptures of commuters in the CBD...

barely noticed by the locals.

             

There was a campfire in Federation Square.

Even the Queen Victoria Market looked quite exotic!

Of course, it is always fun to dine out with four and six year old boys!

We went on Puffing Billy, a vintage narrow gauge steam train, in the Dandenong Ranges.  

 The lovingly restored century old trains and infrastructure 

are run by a team of 600 volunteers...

mostly old blokes who love a captive audience.  

This one is explaining, in detail, 

how the whole thing works to my two Aussie grandsons.

A special afternoon tea to introduce Princess Pinkyness

to her Australian family was well catered for by

The Cook.  My old mum, especially enjoyed meeting

her youngest Great Granddaughter (one of 18) for the first time.

A footnote:

Don't forget tomorrow is WinterWednesday... an opportunity for you to celebrate the season with the things you enjoy....write a post and link it to mine.