It's Sunday evening and I have much on my mind. Just two hours ago JL's nephews bade us farewell, having spent a full week with us, most days without their parents. And I'm missing them now largely because the boys, JL and I did many, many silly things together this past week.
Every morning they would be up - between 7:30 and 8am - before us but no problem, as that's their quality time with Mamie (grandma for the French kids). Papie would have already left the house to attend to his garden a short drive away and he wouldn't be back till 11am. Thus between breakfast and lunch, JL and I had to keep an eye on them. I loved it because that's when JL's at his most creative, coming up with ways to play with whatever's available. How many ways can you play with a ball? Infinitely many.
The brothers, E and N, are truly lovable. They're also my poster boys - both are photogenic, and cooperative even to the point of working the camera without me prompting anymore. When they were younger (also when JL and I had only two weeks at most every June and December in France), they'd be conscious of the camera. These days they not only do not care when the camera is pointed at them, they'd even ask for me when something special or hilarious takes place. Like when they're having some fun in the bath, or when they want to see themselves doing their favourite things, predictably involving balls and bicycles.
So from now on, don't be offended if I don't feed your kids when I see them. And if you had given me dirty looks when I fed them in the past, I now understand. Anyway, E is only allergic to hazelnut but is fine with all others. No wonder he kept picking the almond pralines on our Saint Genix when no one's watching. We also learned what each one likes to eat, and what they would never want on their plate. Not that they get to choose an all-desserts meal though. They'll have some form of vegetables, meat, cheese and sweets in every seating.
The games they played, apart from balls and bicycles, include JL's matchbox cars and an entire collection of farm animals which would make any FarmVille fan squeal with delight (hey, it's the original FarmVille!), an inflated pool which will soon be too small for both boys, their medicine shop under the largest tree in the garden, their farmer's stall with Papie's fresh produces from his garden or anything conceivable. Seriously, they "sold" them to all the adults in the house, complete with delivery in paperbags. They enjoyed crushing cans and plastic bottles after dinner. They held music performances after meals, having given the adults handwritten tickets before.
It's really easy to grow very fond of them. I'm missing their antics, that salty smell of their hair, and I sure hope they think of me whenever they hold their "microphones" singing away. Made out of crumpled, used bits of aluminium foil, it was something silly I made for them one evening, thinking they were just using it for their "concert". But hey, the boys brought the mics along when they left. Sweet.