Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts

Monday, 24 December 2012

It's My Birthday! WooHoo ;).

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Merry Christmas (Eve)

Christmas Eve in 1985 I was brought into the world with a bang. Or more importantly I was being born via C-section. I haven't really been able to enjoy or appreciate my birthday until I had a child to share it with. Truth is that everyone is so busy, stressed and up to their eyeballs in things to do before Christmas day that it seems to have a knock-on effect on my mood, too.

As a parent I've learned that being prepared is the key to almost everything we do, hence why most Christmas presents were bought in August and wrapped by November this year. I don't want to be wrapping presents on my birthday or indeed buying anything on my birthday. Last year that happened as well as Bryan being away all day to buy things for other people. Um no. That isn't happening ever again.

Today Bryan's parents took Roman for a little while and eventually we joined him for dinner. It was a different kind of day; I felt quite sick, the weather was closer to early spring weather and I couldn't quite be bothered to eat much of my birthday cake. Later on once Ro was in bed I had great fun laying all of his presents and stocking out, ready for the morning :).

Friday, 21 December 2012

Daddy Day.

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Ducks

Today I struggled to keep my eyes opened and my stomach wouldn't stop churning - I felt averse to food and felt like I couldn't face the Stirling crowds. I really wanted to go along with Bryan and Roman today as 1. it was Bryan's day off and 2. I'd been telling myself all week I'd go and buy a few stocking fillers. However it was clear I was only fit for travelling back and forth from the living room to the toilet so I had to stay at home.

On their travels they went to Santa's Grotto, something I wanted to comment on. We don't 'do' Santa in this home; our presents are to each other, I don't use a fat jolly guy for leverage for good behaviour but Roman is crazy about the idea of Santa. I suppose it's like Disney; you watch the films, you believe the magic of it but you know the difference between Disney and reality. And it's 'okay' to visit Disney World. Either way...that's how I approach Santa. I don't indulge the idea but nor do I thwart it away if Roman gets joy from the idea of Santa - albeit a different idea than most children have/grow up with.

He was quite overjoyed with his wooden ducks and then they broke within minutes. Still, he wanted to play with them and kept asking me for glue so he could fix them ;). Also you may notice the pile of 'folded' clothes beside the ducks - all Roman's work.

Monday, 3 December 2012

SNOW!

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Dis is mah snow

Last night it started to snow.

My heart filled with both dread and excitement; dread because I had no idea how I'd get the buggy out in snow and excitement because it's snow! It's fun! And the last time we had snow Roman was a 10 month old baby.

"SNOWMAN!" he said immediately once I told him about the snow. "The snowman has a carrot nose!" 

After his morning bath he was very excited to get outside, so excited that he skipped breakfast, got dressed and begged to go outside. I wrapped Bryan's scarf around Roman for extra warmth and we headed out. At first he was very wary of all the snow, looking at me, he said, "Mum, come out! Come over!" I joined him and together we attempted to make a snowman.

"Once there was a snowman, snowman, tall, tall, tall! Sun he melted, melted, melted, small, small, small!" Roman began to sing as I told him about me making a snowman with the very powdery snow. Well there just wasn't enough snow to make a snowman, not even a mini one, and as I said the snow was too powdery. I was worried Roman would become frustrated by this so I got him to roll our little snow ball and he understood the problem. "Want reindeer chocolate!" he told me, running for the open door, straight into the living room and making a beeline for our advent calendar.

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Advent.

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Advent calendar

It's December 1st!

This means in 24 sleeps it will be Christmas and I honestly believe I'm more excited about this than Roman is. Though I will say he was pretty excited with the idea of chocolate coming out behind a magic door ;). This is the first year we've done an advent calendar because I didn't want to over do chocolate at a time of year where sugar laden stuff is rife. And it's also been difficult to find a dairy free version that was a decent price.

Instead of buying an over priced one I decided to 'veganise' this Peppa Pig calendar for Roman. Perhaps next year I will finally get round to making a felt version full of different treats - and not all that are sugary or edible - but this year I decided Roman would have a calendar and that we'd treat ourselves to one, too (that I managed to get at Holland and Barret.) 

We opened ours at midnight and Roman opened his this morning :). He was very excited to do this and it made me smile from ear to ear. I'm so glad I get to share in his childhood joy and I really hope this year that he can store some good Christmas memories - not all just about material things but about what the 'spirit' of Christmas is really about.

Friday, 30 November 2012

O Christmas Tree.

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Tree


When I asked Ro to pose in front of the tree that we'd spent time decorating and debating on which part of the room it would look best from. Our Christmas tree is one for ants, it's small and it's seen better days but it's part of our traditions and so it stays. 

Every year I've managed to get a picture like this - all three Christmases that I've shared with Roman - but of course none quite like this. I asked him to get into the frame, he obliged but not before removing the top he had on and putting on his rather smart suit jacket.

And for records sake here are the past two Christmases in front of the tree:

Tree (1st xmas)

(This was taken on the run-up to Roman's first Christmas which was by all accounts very tame as Christmases go.)


 Tree (2nd xmas)
Last Christmas (2011.) This picture was actually taken on Christmas Day - the top he's wearing here, and that has been heavily featured throughout my 366 Project this year, was a Christmas present from gran and papa.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

A Kitchen.

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Last Christmas (2011) we bought this toy kitchen for Roman. For his first Christmas I'd mostly purchased wooden puzzle toys, 'baby' toys, and this pretend kitchen signified something for me; that I wasn't buying 'baby' toys and that we were making strides into toddler hood with Roman.

No matter how much you try not to be that mum who recalls the babyhood and wants to hold onto the sweetness of it a little longer you end up being that mum. I think the harder you push not to be the blubbering mess of emotions, the easier it comes. I've let few and far things really get to me in my life; I didn't even cry at my own wedding, faked tears at my big brother's wedding and you won't find me crying at funerals - and I don't know why. It's just 'me.' But the one thing that does get to me is Roman growing up before my eyes. The one thing that really tugs on my heart is this boy and the vast changes he's made since Christmas, 2011. 

When we un-boxed this kitchen, a few days after Christmas, Roman wasn't really interested in it like I thought he would be. Sure he played with it but he wasn't really 'into' it at all. In fact he used to go between using it as a garage for the one truck and two cars he owned (given to him by other people) and knocking it down; giving him a real thrill to see our horrified reactions to his destruction. So after the 20th attempt of him trying to completely oliberate the thing I decided it would be best moved into his bedroom, where it has been housed for a good few months and has been relatively untouched.

I decided to move it back into the living room and so far Roman has been really enjoying it again, much to my delight. He quickly scampers to it in the mornings, reaching for spoons, forks, cups and his 'soya burger.' My boy is happy, my heart is happy.


Though he wasn't happy here when I announced he'd have to tidy up his kitchen so he could eat real food.

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Christmas/Xmas/Whatever you call it-mas with the Quinns.

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Makka Pakka, Upsy Daisy and Iggle Piggle paid us a little Christmas visit - and they haven't left since.



Which we're all pretty happy about.

Apart from over dosing on In The Night Garden, these past few days have been filled with films, not a lot of getting dressed or going anywhere.

My birthday was an epic suck-fest, naturally. I'm not complaining, I'm just cursed to always have a down the toilet day on my birthday. It's Christmas Eve, there's little to do and nowhere you want to go lest you be killed by a herd of frantic shoppers doing their last minute thing. 

Also, I just want to take some time to honour the film that is the Wizard of Oz. I can't believe that everyone (yep) involved in that film is dead, it makes me feel quite old, even with the fact that if the film was a person it could be one of my grandparents. 


What did you do? 

Please share something exciting with me so I can live my life vicariously through your stories.






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Sunday, 25 December 2011

Merry Christmas.

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The time has come, the Walrus said...to make stuffed peppers for Christmas lunch!


Merry Christmas, everyone! See you in the New Year :).


P.S I really hope Santa brings me a new laptop in the Boxing Day/January sales. Here's hoping!




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Monday, 19 December 2011

Twas the weekend before Christmas...

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Oh what a weekend we had! For a start, I've been outside of my house two days in a row. For anyone that knows me they know this is rare - I'm lucky if I make it out two days in a month. Mums who make it to playgroups, play dates and other such activities please know I envy you.


But onto the important stuff: the weekend filled with amazing-ness.  Pictures to prove it:






A little bit of Christmas - reindeer in Scotland. Reindeer in my town!



{1} carrots - all gone by the time we got there.
{2} reindeer butt.
{3} more cute reindeer butt. yes, really.
{4} a little boy says hello to the 'baa!'
{5} a little boy is a little overwhelmed by it all.

I was so (so, so, so!) excited when I read on Facebook that these reindeer would be arriving to pull Santa's sleigh through our town centre. Although we don't 'do' Santa in our home (please don't lecture me, this is a decision we discussed three years ago - in other words, we're set in our ways and won't back down on this one. I respect your choice to 'do' Santa, so please respect mine) I was very excited to see the reindeer - as well as to show them to Roman as he is a big animal lover and B was a tad excited, too! 

Well they were so cute. And so placid. A big crowd followed them on their march through the town - including myself, just as excited as those little kids, shouting back at B to hurry up so we could get some pictures up close. The best part is that these reindeer are Britain's only herd of reindeer - and we got to see them! Also, they are free ranging around the Cairngorm mountains right here in sunny (or not) Scotland. Read more about these beauties here.

When we got home I wanted to pass out and take a (rare) nap. But my doctor has said I shouldn't take naps as it means I don't sleep at night so I kept my eyes open and got on with the rest of the day which involved B going off to drop Roman off at his parents and us being at home with a very un-Christmas Rockfm playing in the background and me, getting aggravated, with the foil wrapping paper I stupidly bought thinking it 'looked nice.' 

Yes, that foil-y stuff looks good. That's how they hook you in. But it's a nightmare to cut through; it rips, it even ladders (ladies, or gents, like your tights do) and well I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of opening up a present wrapped in it. Still. The point is: don't buy foil wrapping paper unless you're a glutton for punishment. A serious masochist might like it. I am not a masochist. 

Once I did all my wrapping I patted myself on the back and got started on Roman's presents. More specifically, his stocking. A stocking full of Zing. Of the Zilla variety.


Take 4 ZingZillas...


choose a favourite to stick out the top...


And stuff them into a stocking. Tada!

I fear for these little guys and girls, I really do, because lately Roman has taken to biting into his soft toys for teething comfort:


Oh boy.



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Friday, 16 December 2011

{A happy week} A blog for my mum.

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Dear mum,


We've had a wonderful week.


A week full of Roman trying to escape from his nappy, brushing his teeth, growing out of clothes and fitting into the next size up. A week full of storms and rain. Of darkness by 3.30pm. Another week down until Christmas, until my birthday.







You always gave me such great birthdays, with rich chocolate cake and crisps (err, not together.) With my birthday being on Christmas Eve it always felt separate to Christmas - I don't know how you pulled that off.


 We ventured out today and it was so much fun - all the Christmas lights were up in town (along with a big tree) and we were all kept warm by our hats, scarves and gloves. I was shopping for Bryan's stocking - which is more of a challenge than you'd imagine, but I am so excited to hand it over on Christmas day - and I had an overwhelming memory of Christmases past. Of stockings stuffed full of treats. Is that shallow, to remember the stuffed stocking?


It was never really the quantity - or quality - of the stocking, but more the little surprises I'd find inside. One year it was a sweet making kit and when I was 22 it was the shiny new purse with the shiny new 20p inside, with the year's date on it. It was the way you knew what I'd like so well. And now you've passed that skill onto me. 



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Calling all blog designers!

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Okay, seeing as it's Christmas I've decided I want a face lift for one of my gifts...


Not that kind of face lift, but a blog face lift. And I could really use your help.


I've had my blog for nearly 2 years now and in that whole time I have taken care of the design aspect myself - sometimes I was happy with it, other times not so. On the times I was happy with it I soon got bored and wanted a change...but that's because I have little to no experience with web design and really, I wasn't ever completely satisfied with my DIY designs ;).


Sooo...how can you help? Well if you've come here from Twitter I guess it begs the question: do you know any good designers? Specifically those who can tailor blogs into my minds eye design? And while I'm willing to pay (and am prepared it won't be free or cheap) a decent price, I don't want to be ripped off, either. I've tried looking on Etsy and to be frank I'm not looking for a whimsical blog theme.


If you've come here from another blog - who designed your blog? Perhaps you're a blog designer yourself, I'd love to hear from you! Or perhaps your sister's husband's dog's first cousin twice removed is a designer and they can help me out? Either way, hook me up! I'm in need of some help over here!


Oh yes and have a very Merry Christmas - we're off to see Reindeer (I'm told there's no plural and that 'reindeer's' is grammatically incorrect as a word) tomorrow in our town centre.


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Thursday, 8 December 2011

All in a Twitter.

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I would fetch the link to that time where I talked about Twitter and social media in general but frankly I'm too lazy for that kind of shenanigans. However, what I will say is that I hated Twitter when it started up. I was press-ganged into joining Facebook by my friend Dan back in 2007 - and admittedly I haven't looked back since, but that's so not the point - that I was so sure I wouldn't be pressured to sign up to Twitter. 


So sure that I just avoided it completely.


That was then and now it's now. A new dawn rises on social media and to be honest Twitter is more fun than Facebook. It's more instant and you can write as many updates as you please without someone calling you addicted or obsessed. Because Twitter is the ideal home for social media zombies like myself and houses all the other social media zombies who like their information now, now instead of later. 


So, to the heart of the matter: if you like updates about, well...everything, then follow me on Twitter (details at the bottom of this post.) 


I realise this post has nothing about Christmas or the Scottish named 'Hurricane Bawbag*' but to be honest that's simply because I am sick of those who are blogging about Christmas purely for the blog hits they're getting and not really having any substance on their post. And mostly they will dump a whole load of pictures onto said posts that mean nothing to me or those outside their immediate family.


But, okay, I brought up the elephant in the room...so if you want to read about Christmas, hold onto your knickers, I will try to hammer out a post on it. In between being a Mama, newly self-employed (yes) and trying to cram in everything I want to do for myself it's tough, you know?


But if you really, really, really want to read about Christmas then here are some blog entries that mean it:


Christmas tree garland from ohdeardrea.
Gingerbread softies from Made.
Happy Go Lucky author, Kara's (love the name!) Christmas necklace




*I debated with myself on whether I should type that. If you're not Scottish or don't know a Scottish person please don't Google 'bawbag', especially not Google Images. 





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Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Let it Snow...

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The past few days we have been waiting for the snow.

As I scan various blogs, reporting a whole host of weathers and seasons, (summer in Australia, winter sun in Miami) I keep wishing that our Scottish weather would make up it's mind. So far we've been  offered a light Gingerbread house dusting of icing sugar frost. Freezing frost. Nip your toes cold frost.

Last year we were snowed in. Days spent together behind our red door in our tiny flat. Cabin fever setting in.

For now we wait with cookies and keep ourselves warm by huddling together, waiting for snow.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Hello Winter.

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We celebrate all three of our birthdays in winter. 

B in November, mine in December and baby boy's (2nd) birthday in February, when the weather doesn't know whether to freeze your toes or warm your head.


Ro was 10 months last Christmas and this year he'll be 22 months - two months away from being a whole 2 years old! Don't even ask me to comment on that one because I can't believe time escapes away from me so quickly. 

I started buying Christmas presents back in August - I'm working on being better prepared as a parent. Last year we ventured into Mothercare, in October, where they had a sale on. B talked me out of buying a few lovely items that then shot up to full price once the sale was over so this year my early buying plan is bullet proof - if he complains I just say the words; "Remember Mothercare last year?"


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Monday, 3 January 2011

HAPPY New Year.

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Welcome to 2011, everyone. 

Which for me, as a first-time parent, means I'm coming ever closer to the birthday of my first born.

Coming so close to being the parent of a one year old is quite a scary responsibility.

First of all, it is knowing that using a piece of material to play a simple game of peekaboo will eventually not provide the answer to all of life's upsets. But it is also a wonderful responsibility.

It is knowing that one day this nearly-one-year-old will have a nearly-one-year-old of their own and they'll be thinking all, or some, of the same thoughts that pass through my mind on an hourly basis; new, some not so new and some downright weird thoughts.

Some of them:

Wonder if I've won that competition for the eco-friendly cot/nursery set?
Wonder if Roman's head will get trapped in between the bars of his cot? (That are big enough to slip a baby sized leg through, by the way.)
I wonder what Roman's mission companions will be called/which country they'll be from/if he'll (in some kind of cool twist of fate) end up serving with his cousin, Ben?
How cool would it be if Roman served his mission in Spokane, Washington and the Kirk boys served in the Scotland/Ireland mission.
I wonder if he'll ever cut a tooth - looks like that one was answered on New Years Eve as we were greeted by a razor sharp tooth on the left hand side of the bottom gum and the next day another appeared neighbouring it.

Second of all, it is scary being so close to his first birthday because this time last year I remember just wanting it all to be over - not believing that a baby would actually appear, that it was all some myth. I remember being horribly ill and not letting on just how bad I was really feeling as I'd already been to hospital, strapped up to some uncomfortable monitor for a day and I didn't fancy spending more time strapped to more monitors...or worse, have to go through a C-section.

Then he ended up coming eight days later than scheduled - just to keep us on our toes. 

Thirdly I remember this time two years ago. I wasn't a mother or a wife. I was just me. On my own. Doing my thing. With an engagement ring, of course and a date of marriage in my mind; May 2009. That turned out to be 20th February, 2009.

Anyway, another thing about being a parent is waiting for the boredom/dread/regret to kick in. It still hasn't and I don't think it will. It really has been a Happy 2010 - not a lot of complaint from Roman (well if you catch him before dinner time you might get a few grunts of complaint) and loads of smiles.



A Christmas post is still in the works, as is a round-up of the year in photo's, but I wanted to start the year on a HAPPY note ;).

But yes, we did enjoy Roman's first Christmas.


And I have the funniest feeling he rather enjoyed it, too!


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Thursday, 16 December 2010

The Most Magical Time of the Year...

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So we (a large percentage of us in the Western World and those of us who live by Western trends) are all preparing for that event that comes once a year. Christmas! 

Here's how things are done around here:


It starts with a tree...







Add some candy canes...



Some trimmings...








And let's not forget one thing: THE PRESENTS!



And we're all set for the arrival of Santa Claus! 

On the tree:

We weren't planning on buying a tree this year. We don't have a lot of space in our place and so we were limited for storage space. Our options were thin on the ground and having a tree seemed more hassle than it was worth - we couldn't find one that was under a certain size that was decent (and didn't look like a toilet brush with tinsel on). I'd sold into the idea of buying a pop-up tree (at least then it folded down into one compact size) and that was when Bryan spotted Christmas in a bag. This is the perfect solution as the tree comes apart - with the branches folding up into compact sizes, perfect for storing. Everything then fits back into the bag once it's been used. It's about the same size as a woman's weekend bag. 

On the candy canes:

When I was growing up, this is something we had on our tree every year. My Mum would buy a box of candy canes from BHS (for about £10 for a box of 20 and I have just bought a box of 12 for £1) in which to decorate the tree. I know this is a very Americanised Christmas tradition, but it is also a Kirk Christmas tradition, too! And so, it has become a Quinn Christmas tradition ;). It didn't feel quite like Christmas until the candy canes were bought and hung on the tree - they're also very tempting to munch but I'm restraining myself and keeping them for decorative purposes have nibbled a few.

On the trimmings:

I really, really didn't want to overdo the Christmas decorations this year. I think Christmas can be understated, restrained and still look gorgeous. I dedicated the biggest table in our flat to the tree and slowly but surely it has become the "Christmas Corner." We have one Santa decoration hanging above our radiator and some Christmas cards up on our shelf, but I think that'll do this year. However, there were obvious little trinkets, added extras and the matter of stockings to consider ;). Roman's stocking hasn't arrived yet (sadly), but I have hung mine. Bryan want's a sock, so that's why you only see one stocking hanging up. 

I also added under the tree Roman's name train. I stole this idea from my Christmas crazy friend Lauren - who is like the opposite of the Grinch at Christmas time. I can't believe how much has changed from this time last year to now: pretty much everything!

I've included a few little reminders of last year's Christmas under our tree. My Mum gave me a cute little Christmas tree trinket box last year and it wasn't until a few days ago that I found it in Roman's room. I thought it would look perfect under our tree, along with an empty (but pretty) box which contained some presents Bryan's Mum got me last year. I kept the box because it was one of those things that was too pretty to be thrown away and I'm glad I did as it looks brilliant with all the presents under our tree.

Ah yes, and lest I forget my After Eight Santa! I have not seen these anywhere ever before, so when I spotted them in the Poundshop (of all places!) in October I told Bryan I would really like one in my stocking this year as it's impossible to find anything like this that's dairy free. I decided to buy one in for myself as it seemed like the sort of thing that might sell like hot cakes - and I was right! I didn't see them in any of the Poundshops we visited and I was convinced I'd missed my opportunity - until I saw them yesterday!

 I don't actually know what it will taste like, but I'm just so excited of finding a Santa chocolate like this - I feel like I've found Narnia in a wardrobe.

On the presents:

As I read more and more stories about toxic chemicals in plastic toys (and how our government recently put a ban on how certain products were made) I was slightly worried about the heavy plasticised toy market out there - nearly everything is made from plastic! I don't blame the manufacturers (well, actually, I do) as these products are cheap, pliable and affordable for their customers (although in saying that we scored Roman's presents for cheaper than any of the plastic things I've seen).

Of course, there are "safe plastics" out there and while he still has some plastic based toys in his toy box, it's also bearing in mind the production mess that these toys make (the factory pumping out harmful toxins into the atmosphere, into the rivers and oceans and back into the soil and landfill sites) - and the recycling mess on a domestic level. As we all know, plastic is very hard wearing, and with this it can take about a gazillion years to break down in recycling (not literally a gazillion years.)

So, with this in mind I was quite adamant that a bulk of his presents (if not all) that came from us were wood-based toys. I'm not sure what we'll do when he Bryan wants Lego in the coming years - but I suppose the argument for Lego is that it's awesome (please note the sarcasm...kind of.) 

One of the "big presents" is this wooden activity cube. It has a shape sorter on top, clock face and hands on one side, a wooden maze/wooden block thingy on side, a hippo and lion style abacus on one side and a magnetic board on another side. It's charming - but it weighs a tonne!




It's gorgeous and reminds me of childhood for some strange reason. 

Other things we've got him: a wooden lift and place jigsaw puzzle, a huge box of wooden blocks and little animals, a T-shirt saying "My Daddy Rocks" and an alien hooded dressing gown - there is also the matter of a wooden stacking owl from Brio which we're still humming and hawing over. He will also have his little stocking which will be filled with baby-appropriate lovelies. We're simply not over-doing it this year with him and enjoying the fact he's here and outside the womb this year! 

*Although I'm tempted to buy him more - but it's not appropriate. We don't have the space. And we want to move. And his First birthday is in February. I need to keep the Greedy Guts inside me and ignore all the Baby Toy related emails that keep popping up in my Inbox. Babies don't remember their First Christmases! Plus, when he's a teenager I'm sure he'll have all kinds of unreasonable and expensive gift requests.

I say that as though I've bought him a lump of coal and a mouldy orange. I think what we've got him is a perfect amount and I really feel as though we've struck the right balance between "too little" and "too much."