Sunday, 30 December 2012

The twelve days of a family Christmas...

On the first day of Christmas my family gave to me...
A first school nativity.

On the second day of Christmas my family gave to me...
A dose of norovirus,
And a first school nativity.

On the third day of Christmas my family gave to me...
Christmas Eve magic,
A dose of norovirus
And a first school nativity.

On the fourth day of Christmas my family gave to me...
Competitive 'Doggie Doo',
Christmas Eve magic
A dose of norovirus
And a first school nativity.

On the fifth day of Christmas my family gave to me...

FIVE A-M STARTS,

Competitive 'Doggie Doo',
Christmas Eve magic
A dose of norovirus
And a first school nativity.

On the sixth day of Christmas my family gave to me...
Special first steps,

FIVE A-M STARTS

Competitive 'Doggie Doo',
Christmas Eve magic
A dose of norovirus
And a first school nativity.

On the seventh day of Christmas my family gave to me...
No floor space left,
Special first steps

FIVE A-M STARTS

Competitive 'Doggie Doo'
Christmas Eve magic
A dose of norovirus
And a first school nativity.

On the eighth day of Christmas my family gave to me...

Mamma's purple 'snuggie',
No floor space left
Special first steps

FIVE A-M STARTS

Competitive 'Doggie Doo'
Christmas Eve magic
A dose of norovirus
And a first school nativity.

On the ninth day of Christmas my family gave to me...

An hour to set up mousetrap,
Mamma's purple 'snuggie'
No floor space left
Special first steps

FIVE A-M STARTS

Competitive 'Doggie Doo'
Christmas Eve magic
A dose of norovirus
And a first school nativity.


On the tenth day of Christmas my family gave to me...

Baby bronchilitis,
An hour to set up mousetrap
Mamma's purple 'snuggie'
No floor space left
Special first steps

FIVE A-M STARTS

Competitive 'Doggie Doo'
Christmas Eve magic
A dose of norovirus
And a first school nativity.

On the eleventh day of Christmas by family gave to me...

A rather tired Mummy,
Baby bronchilitis
An hour to set up mousetrap
Mamma's purple 'snuggie'
No floor space left
Special first steps

FIVE A-M STARTS

Competitive 'Doggie Doo'
Christmas Eve magic
A dose of norovirus
And a first school nativity.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my family gave to me...

A Christmas to remember.







Thursday, 13 December 2012

Happy birthday Jesus...

My eldest son has his nativity today.

Last year he starred as a donkey at pre-school.
He spent the whole event looking very serious and bewildered and did not sing one word.
However, he didn't cry (I did) and he smiled at the end so I saw it as a great success.

Today he is one of the Pages (I didn't know what they were to be honest) he gets to wear a cape and walk behind the king which he is quite happy with.

The nativity has bought about one of the more surreal moments of my motherhood experience to date.

Yesterday the boy was on the toilet and kept advising me that 'it' wouldn't come out. Now we all know what 'it' is so I don't need to be crude.
He insisted that I read a story to him whilst 'the naughty it' made its exit.

The only thing to hand given my need to also keep an eye on the littlest monkey was a booklet that the big lad had been given at school.

'Happy Birthday Jesus.'

I read the nativity story to him, including the treacherous journey to Bethlehem, the birth of Jesus in a stable, the arrival of the kings and the giving of gifts.
The story worked and the toilet visit was a successful one.

Then whilst my son was washing his hands he asked the following question...

'Mum, how do you get the baby out of your tummy?'

Thanks 'happy birthday Jesus.'

In my exhausted 'almost bath time state I simply answered its like doing a huge, 'naughty poo'.

He laughed.

Saturday, 8 December 2012

How many sleeps till Santa?

On the first of December our eldest boy came down stairs declaring "Merry Christmas" to all.

I reminded him of the following things.

1. It is half six in the morning. Set your voice to early morning volume.

2. It is not Christmas yet.

I was unaware (but promptly corrected) of an unwritten childhood rule that Christmas starts from the first of December. Also, Christmas has no place for the early morning voice volume.


I have watched the Polar Express approximately 523 times since then.

I love a bit of Christmas really.

Playing Christmas is actually one of my favourite games.
I am ordered to 'pretend' to go to sleep whilst Santa delivers my presents.
I never have a problem 'pretending' to sleep.

I laughed out loud today when the big little man asked me to dress his baby brother like an elf because he is the same size as one.


Quote of the day.... (There are two actually)

In the car:

"Mum it's cold. Ask Dad to put the air fresher on."

"How far is it? What junction are we up too?"

He's four years old going on forty?

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