This is how it was in the past 8 weeks (a.k.a. my whole life long): 2 grandmas ans 2 grandpas pay me a visit. Grannies - good looking, pretty youthful for they age; Grandpas - one-child policy results, professors, one retired the other one not. And they all had, like, nothing in common! Nona Branka was the first one to welcome me in this world. She was the queen of hygiene! She would sterilize my bottles, let people stay away from me if they didn't wash their hands or if they were just people, and help my mom having a smooth transition from a stage of not having a child into having one. She was the first one to sing me lullaby. It went something like: "Lutkica, lutkica, lukic". The melody was fine, but the lyrics - Inspirational!
And then after 4 weeks the coolest and calmest guy ever came - grandpa Ivica. He was rocking me and singing to me "Quite night" until I fell asleep and his back was so stiffed that he couldn't move from the couch afterward. He stayed only a week.
The last, but not the least were babane Selma and dede Ilhan. They were suppose to stay 2 weeks but it prolonged to 3. The volcano erupted. Literally.... Babane Selma was suing and dede Ilhan was shopping (food that is). Then, when babane Selma was not suing she was cooking. Then, when she was not cooking she was taking care of me, singing "neee, neee, neee, tepesh tepesh". It worked most of the times. Dede was still shopping. And then when he came home and I started to cry he was also singing something. It went something like: "Selma, Selma, Selmaaaa, gel!!!
They're all gone now. Guess went to a vacation or something.
Love y'all!
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