So it was the most wonderful time of the year. We were all hearing those sleigh bells ringing. And we were def rocking around the Christmas tree. But there were some differences this year. None more so than our bambino being here of course.
We love Christmas. The lead up. The big day. The big dinner – which Zoe lovingly preps, cooks and slaves over during the day to make it my best dinner of the year. Every year. And once again this was immense! And the magic of Christmas is something we can’t wait for O to experience and hopefully have the same warm fuzzy feelings we do about this festive period.
For the last few years Zoe has done Advent Bags for me. A small gift which I get to open each night before bed. I have in previous years photographed these each night, with the same background, uploaded it to Insta etc. This year I got as far as the first picture of the bags on the side. By the time I’d get into bed at night, I didn’t have energy to go to those lengths. I still loved the gifts and I even took some pics but definitely not 24 of them and I definitely did not get around to uploading them!
Christmas Eve was spent visiting family, O’s Nan and Grandad (Zoe’s Mum and Dad), which was all about O opening some of her first gifts and watching Grandad’s train ‘choo-choo’ around the Christmas tree. We also went for a late lunch/dinner just us three, which we think we are going to do every year, you know instead of the typical take-away (I always had a chinese takeaway on Christmas Eve growing up). Well at least until O is older when a takeaway may become easier – especially if they deliver.
The actual festivities on the day were pretty standard. Obviously once Nanny and Grandad arrived, they (aka Nanny) wanted to take O which meant we could get on with the little bits, like setting the table, wrapping the last few gifts (yes I was that unorganised I was doing it upstairs on our bed once our guests had arrived). After that it was a pretty normal and pretty good Christmas in terms of the day with family etc. O was a complete champ as well, well done Babe. And every now and again I caught myself just thinking how lucky we were to have our family and now our babe here with us.
The last 3 Christmases have been so different. 2015 was the saddest time as we had just gone through the loss of our first babe and our hearts were really not in it. 2016 I was heavily pregnant, had massive swollen feet and legs and could hardly walk. And then this year, here she is, here we are, our girlgang.
I am looking forward to so many more. Making traditions, watching the excitement build. I loved this year, but for different reasons I think Christmas 2018 will be the one – only 350ish days to go, lets start the countdown…