i take a lot of photos, and i mean A LOT of photos. but as i was scrolling through the thousands of shots in iPhoto the other day, i realised that there were very few photos of t and my mum. so when we visited the local park for a play on boxing day afternoon i was sure to take my trusty camera along and take a few happy snaps…
t is generally not one for a sleep in, choosing instead to wake up at about 5.15am every morning; however, this morning, the rest of the house was well and truly up before him and i am so glad we were because we got to see the joy and wonder on his face as he toodled out of his bedroom and was greated by the gifts santa had left him the night before. i will never forget the ‘ooooooh’ he made when he first came around the corner and saw his water play table and wooden train set.
i’m not really sure who enjoyed the whole christmas present thing more though – thatcher or all of his aunties and uncles… after santa dropped his presents off on christmas eve, six full grown adults couldn’t wait to get into them and set them up for him – i am embarassed to say that the water table did indeed require six adults (and the instruction book) to set up. i think santa needs to choose his presents more wisely nest year – or at least deliver them preassembled!
^^^one of the best things about being down at my mum and dad’s on christmas morning is the yearly visit from santa who hands out lollies from the back of a ute. it was something i remember doing as a child and i’m so glad that t gets to experience it too^^
^^^there were so many presents, we needed to call in the heavy machinery to clean up all of the wrapping paper^^^
^^^his two favourite things – swimming and hockey^^^
have an amazing day and i hope you are lucky enough to spend it by the pool too.
in preparation for the inevitably stinking hot christmas before us, we decided to spend christmas eve eve down at the hyde park splash pad. luckily for uncle k and the godfather they had nothing better to do with their day and were able to meet us down there for a picnic lunch (thank you nandos)…
it was a stunning day and the splash pad was a much bigger success today than last time we ventured down there. you can see the photos here. the mini cricket set t got from the godfather will take a little more getting used to though – he still hasn’t worked out it isn’t a hockey stick.
enjoy your christmas everyone. xx
i know we have had a tumultuous past and our relationship hasn’t always been the friendliest (to be honest you scare the bejesus out of me and i think you’re kinda weird), but given that we are getting towards crunch time i was hoping we could put all of that behind us and you could still consider me for a spot on the nice list. here are the reasons why…
1. firstly, i rescued mum’s lady-gaga-inspired telephone bag from certain doom. let’s be blunt here – dad HATES this bag. always has. always will. I, on the other hand, appreciate mum’s quirky and offbeat fashion sense. so when, after four years of listening to dad complain about how ugly the bag was and how he couldn’t bear to be seen with her carrying it, she decided to put it in the good samaritans pile i just had to rescue that thing. like the speedy stealth machine i am, i snuck in and took the bag. the next thing anyone knew I was carrying it around like it was the best thing ever and no dad with half a heart would have taken that thing off me – i even made dad let me carry it to the shops. you can thank me later mum; although, come to think of it, that was a couple of weeks ago and the bag has been suspiciously MIA since…
2. secondly, i am kind to all creatures great and small. i love Alfie. I love him in the morning. I love him during the day. I love him in the evening. I love feeding him my dinner (and my breakfast and lunch and snacks). I love going for walks with him. I love throwing the ball for him at the park. I love telling him to ‘sit’ and ‘stop’. I love chasing him around the house. I love it when he chases me around the house. I love squirting him with the hose. I love wrestling with him. I love cuddling him even though he always runs away when I try. I love practising hockey with him. I just love him so much – cue crazy
cat lady dog baby references.
and I guess the other animals aren’t so bad either.
3. i am always willing to take one for the team and go to all-you-can-eat wings night with dad. wings are not the easiest thing for me to eat. I mean, I would gladly eat tomatoes, cheese, scrambled eggs and Oreos all day, but wings are a challenge for a little tacker. nevertheless, to save dad from the shame of dining alone, I played along. this may have also had something to do with the awesome crocodile drink bottle dad bribed me with, but that’s is a story for another day.
4. and finally, bubbles. I really needn’t say any more than that. bubbles just make everyone happy and I am taking every opportunity possible to make mum make everyone happy. I make her blow bubbles at Christmas pastries. I make her blow bubbles at the Christmas pageant. I make her blow bubbles at Playgroup. I make her blow bubbles at home just for me. actually, where are those bubbles, I need just a little hit to get me through the rest of the day…
so santa, as you can see, I have been a saint and deserve to be spoilt. dad has been talking about getting me a mini Audi Spyder for Christmas, but I say why stop at a mini one? I have clearly been so good that I deserve the real thing, so be good chap santa and get me one will you? i can make mum blow you some bubbles if you want?
ps. the truce is off come midnight 26 December 2013. Bring it!!!
rod and i love this time of year. we spent all day sunday putting our tree up (and then trying to keep thatcher away from it), rod has spent all week on the roof putting lights up and i am already starting to think about all the delicious christmas baking i’m planning on doing this year.
in keeping with tradition, i also took T down to one of the local paint-your-own pottery cafe’s to make our yearly christmas tree decoration. he was slightly more involved in this year’s bauble – i basically gave him a pallete of paint and a bauble and left him to it rather than simply holding him down whilst someone very quickly and skillfully took his handprint. we also made a few other decorations for the fambam too, but shushhhhh they don’t know about them yet…
and in the first of many new christmas traditions, we went to see T in his first ever christmas show. i think i was more excited about this than anything i can remember in recent times. it was super cute and i did get a little tear in my eye when i walked into the room and saw him dressed in a little elf costume complete with sparkly red mohawk; however i think i may have had slightly unrealistic expectations of this group of 18 month old children. in my mind i pictured them all singing and dancing to christmas carols, waving at their parents and smiling coyly. in reality we got a group of kids who were sitting in a circle whilst the carers sang cristmas carols and clapped their hands – even that only lasted about 20 seconds until the kids saw their parents and either started screaming or, in T’s case, ran over to say hi and then went and played in the toy box… i think i may be about 3 or 4 years ahead of myself here!
and whilst we are on the subject of how delightful and cute T is at the moment:
- he cannot get enough of these el cheapo antlers i picked up last weeek – he wants to wear them everywhere.
- he stole my phone from me the other night while i was chatting to his godmother and ran through the house talking to her, goodness what he was telling her but it was super important.
- his new favourite word is bubbles – mine too…
- he is constantly doing this cheeky little smile which just melts my heart – he pretends to be really serious and then this little smirk creeps out.
- as i type this he is trying to scary the dog because his new favourite things is to scare people – this generally involves him making a long slow ‘ooooooooooooh’ sound and then he screams out ‘ah’ at which point rod and i jump and squeal like village idiots and he thinks he is the most hilarious person in the southern hemisphere. pity alfie doesnt quite get it; he just lays there and looks at thatcher like he is crazy.
- finally, this photo of T and Santa…. it just says it all.