jmgoyder

Anthony was weighed the other day and he is only seven kilos heavier than I am – 20 kilos lighter than he was a few years ago.

Despite the weight loss, his appetite is fantastic! The food at the nursing home is good and plentiful, with the main meal being lunch which is often a roast. Thankfully he has not yet graduated to vitamized food and, even if he does begin to have difficulty swallowing, I am hoping this will never happen.

I love bringing in treats, and sometimes the kitchen staff give Anthony an extra serve of dessert if it happens to be pavlova. But most of the desserts are served with ice-cream (which Ants finds too cold) so lately I have been bringing cream in which he absolutely loves. He is, after all, a dairy farmer.

The other day I brought a cheesecake, a ripe banana and some double cream and, in less that ten minutes, Anthony vacuumed it all up! But the thing that made this extreme dessert so wonderful was the ‘grit’.

‘Grit’ is the sugar sprinkled on top of already decadent desserts. The other day I forgot to bring the grit so as I was feeding him mouthfuls of cheesecake, mushed banana and double cream, he suddenly protested:

Anthony: Where’s the grit?

I rushed into the nursing home kitchen and snuck a bit of sugar for him.

Anthony: This is much better.

Grit.

Yesterday, my younger brother’s first son produced, with the help of his fiancé, a beautiful baby girl. A few weeks ago, another nephew’s wife produced a beautiful baby boy. This means I am now a great aunt to four children … so far!

Both of my brothers have five children each so I think there will be many more babies to rejoice about in the future.

Here is a photo of my first nephew holding his first child. My mother and I are making the trip down south tomorrow in order to meet this beautiful new addition to an ever-expanding family.

Oh how well I remember this feeling of absolute bliss.

Anyway, today I told Anthony about the new baby and he said, “Why are there so many babies popping out?”