Yes, it really is four days since Christmas. Strange that it feels such a long time ago, what with people coming and going, and yet seems to have gone so quickly.
Thanks to my parents for coming down from Christmas Eve till Boxing Day – I hope you had as much fun as we did. It was nice to have you there not only because we love to watch you and the girls having such a good time together, but also because it means we get to sit down quietly for at least a few minutes here and there.
And thanks to the Lovely Melanie’s parents for coming down on the 27th till the 28th for exactly the same reasons. 🙂
I presume you’ve already seen the pictures, which give some idea of what it was like here, but can’t quite convey how great it was to have the girls for Christmas – Millie for her wide-eyed joy and utterly genuine appreciation of pretty much every present she got – “That’s just what I wanted!” she’d shout, awe-struck, every time the wrapping paper came off. Amber loved ripping paper off things and was determined to make the absolute most of the no-chocolate-for-breakfast amnesty that we had for a couple of days.
Christmas Eve we honestly thought Millie would never get to sleep, but once we put her to bed I think she was asleep in about five minutes – obviously maintaing such a high level of excitement and expectation had worn her out! We had a nasty moment at about 4.30 when she woke up to go to the loo and noticed that Father Christmas had left a stocking full of presents on her door handle, but – and respect to Millie for this! – she soon went back to bed and sleep.
Christmas Day itself seemed to pass like a wedding – a whirl of activity that kept everyone busy the whole time so that there was seldom any time to sit down and just relax. Not that that’s a bad thing, just an observation.
The Lovely Melanie’s Christmas Dinner was delicious once more (my one complaint being that we didn’t have enough pigs in blankets – but I always think anything less than an infinity of pigs in blankets is too few pigs in blankets!) and she even managed to skilfully defuse a looming row about politics over the dinner table (political correctness has gone mad, Britain is now run by Muslims, etc., © The Daily Mail) so kudos to my lovely and clever wife for managing that. 😉
I’m not even going to try and list the quadrillions of toys and presents Millie and Amber got; suffice to say that if either of them at any point says “I’m bored” over the course of 2010 then they’re lying. I got a new drill, which has already been gainfully employed to replace a broken coat hook and put up a framed family tree that the Lovely Melanie got for Christmas. It’s a proper drill that doesn’t run on batteries and blows your hair back (or your sideburns if you’re me) should you be foolhardy enough to rev the motor up to full.
I also got a new penknife keyring (more blades and tools!), some books, an Airfix model of the Saturn V rocket (an Airfix model!!) as well as – and you may laugh but this is a very useful present for me – a special hessian sack to keep potatoes in. It keeps them in the dry and the dark to stop them going off or sprouting, a problem we definitely have had in our house.
We’ve been mocking those loons who hit the sales on Boxing Day here – rather unjustifiably since we were at B&Q with my parents on Boxing Day (replacing a broken shower head, I hasten to add, rather than sniffing out a knockdown bathroom suite!) and to Bexleyheath the next day with the Lovely Melanie’s parents (for batteries, string, Airfix glue, coat hooks, bread and other such centrepieces of the sales).
Today is a day just to ourselves. We’ve had our regular monthly groceries delivered and I’ve just had an omelette and salad for my lunch – no chocolate, pastry or stodgy pudding – and just a satsuma or two for dessert. Oh, it was heavenly! 🙂
AmberG seems to have picked up a lot more words and phrases in the past few days – the two funniest are “Have it!” when she wants something (which I find hilarious as “Let’s ‘ave it!” used to be the perpetual shout on many, many, many a long drunken night out) and the calm but firm “No,“ accompanied by a finger pointing at whoever is currently engaged in an activity that AmberG believes should be desisted from forthwith.
She has also twice pulled down the little tiny Christmas tree in her room onto her head – both occasions involving remarkable amounts of panicked wailing. What’s interesting about this is how she has now remembered them and frequently recounts The Tale Of The Christmas Tree Attack to us in Ambergese. I’ll try and get across the gist of it, if I can; it goes something like this: Tree. Ball. Amber. Ow. Head. Oh no! (the “Ball” part refers to the little baubles on the tree, one of which fell off during the incident). I didn’t really even notice what our clever girl was doing, but the Lovely Melanie (who understands Ambergese much better than I do) pointed out that Amber was basically telling us The Tale Of The Christmas Tree Attack as best she could with the words and grammar she currently has.
And I thought that was quite impressive. 🙂