People always tell you that it's children who make a Christmas - something that I was always slightly dubious of, being the big kid at heart that I am! Since leaving home I have continued to deck out every available piece of house, mantelpiece and shelf space to full capacity with christmas decks, garlands and fairy lights and have fastidiously written my letter to Father Christmas each year and left out a glass of sherry, mince pie and carrot for Rudolph (and yes, I have also eaten a bit of same said pie, carrot and quaffed the sherry each Crimbo morning when I get up stupidly early, whilst the rest of the house is sleeping, before I silently stuff Chance's stocking with some pressies so that I can act all excited and surprised to him that Father Christmas has visited, eaten and left gifts!)
However, this year has been even more of a pleasure. And I know this feeling will just get better each year as Kezia grows to become excited about Christmas and come to understand what the strange weirdy beardy man in red is all about! This year she was mainly bemused by all the singing (for a change it wasn't just mummy singing at the shops) and all the lights caught her attention readily enough - but did she realise it was Christmas? No, just like the LiveAid song, she didn't know it was Christmas time at all ... Nonetheless, she enjoyed her first Christmas day, as she had her bath and then got to be put back into her christmas day pyjamas which had been bought especially for the occassion!
She had so many toys it was untrue - although, in true baby style, it was the wrapping that caused the most glee until mummy had to quickly take it off of her for fear of a nappy filled with soggy, glittery paper!
She was thoroughly spoilt by all and sundry - as were Chance and I!
Boxing day bought a challenge of it's own as Kezia's temperature soared up to 40 degrees centigrade (over 100 degrees farenheit) and she spent pretty much the whole day wanting to be held by me and just sleep. A call to NHS Direct later and I felt armed with all the information I needed to take care of the little lamb. Thankfully the next day she was back to normal with the temperature - just incredibly snotty and had a terrible cough. We could tell she wasn't feeling quite like her usual noddly self so we didn't dare take her out of the house and into the cold until the Wednesday after Christmas.
When we did take her out we took her to the snowdome so that Chance could have a snowboarding session - what a huge mistake that was! I realise a time will come when I will look forward to school holidays, but that time is not yet upon me!
The city centre was, quite literally, crammed. It took me 45 mins of driving round the car parks to find a space and when we got in there it was full of children of all ages running round. Nightmare! chuckle.
So Chance did his snowboarding sess and then we watched a full size puppet polar bear - which was amazing It was all about highlighting the plight of the polar bear and the need to preserve the ice caps - but I think the children were mostly interested in the puppet. It did give the opportunity for Chance to show his comedic streak however, as the pretend keeper asked the children "Why don't polar bears eat penguins?" I heard a voice, which I recognised as belonging to best beloved, cry out "Because they can't get the wrappers off" but thankfully no one else seemed to hear - or they did a very job in ignoring him! Turns out that polar bears don't eat penguins becuase polar bears live in the north pole and the penguins live in the south pole - or is it the other way round?! As you can tell, I was really paying attention!
A few Christmas pics: