Grandma & Grandpa cuddles.
Stuffing our faces with food we wouldn't normally have, like chips and steak and chocolate biscuits.
Creating chaos with the cousins.
Motoring around a big, big house clutching a swiped remote control. Or two.
Looking longingly at all the lovely, very breakable ornaments.
But the best one of all has been the simplest, most ordinary pleasure of them all: dirt. Or more precisely, unrestricted access to dirt. Dirt you can dig your fingers into. Dirt you can smear over you face. Dirt you can sprinkle onto the patio. Dirt you can have a little nibble at. Then come back for a little more.
Every kid should have lots of experiences with good old ordinary dirt. It's just a shame that, in the concrete jungle that is Milan, decent dirt is hard to come by. I'm hopeful for the spring though - I'm going to make it my mission to find new, potentially tasty bits instead of whining about the fact there isn't anywhere to go nearby. Who knows what sprinkly, smeary fun we might have.