They're with us for the season, which means that Pete is once again over the moon, having powerful sympathisers who will feed him pudding and cakes and even if he doesn't eat his main course. Wherefore discipline?
As soon as the possibility of taking a grandson on a carousel was mentioned we had to go back to the Christmas market, where prices for marzipan hadn't dropped. Almost everyone had fun.
Tomorrow it's the big day, and while there has been much talk of Father Christmas (tied to a strict naughty/nice guideline), elves, Rudolph, etc. I'm not sure Pete's entirely clear on what's happening. But then, who needs Santa and flying reindeer when you've got grandparents?
You wanted a grandchild, so you're in charge now.
Grandma steps up.
What good is a nut cracker without some nuts?
Christmas jumper from Aunty Emily.
