Christmas Day
Before we get started, I would just like to wish our friends and relatives a really wonderful Christmas and a bumper 2005. May it be a year of peace, prosperity and fulfillment. Thanks for all your wonderful gifts - much appreciated.
This is what happened on Christmas day....
George woke up at 7.30, hurled his dummy across the room, yanked the Beatrix Potter characters off the mobile above his bed then, devoid of further accessible entertainment, cried for assistance. Little did he know that Santa had been making regular visits to the house over the previous few days and had left him a whole stack of toys, which now adorn every room of this large house.
Wallowing in a sea of glittering parcels, all there for the ripping, George duly let rip, occasionally showing his appreciation with a loud chortle or an incomprehensible sentence delivered with gusto. He loved the plastic doggy with puppy, which plays songs and barks when you push a button on his back and drag him along. He was much amused by the dump truck driver who toddles off on his own when you press his head. The educational wooden beads on bendy wires device attracted passing attention. Pop up books with exciting animals were a hit. But best of all were the discarded chocolate wrappers - further evidence of mummy and daddy's decision to let it all hang out this Christmas season. George is planning to send thank you letters to his kind relatives and godmother for their generous donations to his wellbeing. Talking of which...
Mummy has a horrible laryngitis, hacking cough illness which makes her talk a little like Donald Duck, if she tries to talk at all. She smiles a lot and indulgently pretends to chew George's chocolate wrapper when prompted by son. Daddy is on good form but fears he is also coming down with the virus. Boring.
George made a special Christmas delivery to the neighbours today, carrying their gifts on the back of his new tractor and cart from aunty Lori and uncle Edi. Mummy and Daddy made him wear his pudding hat and pretended he was one of the dwarves working for Santa in Greenland. Dominique and Gaby seemed to fall for it and even invited George and daddy in for a drink.
Baby is eleven months old and is walking a lot now. He looks a bit like Frankenstein's monster, holding his arms out in front of him and wobbling precariously, but each foray across the room is greeted by loud applause from adoring parents, which seems to spur him on to greater adventures.
George, Graham and Julie are really enjoying baby's first Christmas - and the first for all of us in our new home. May the good times keep rolling on.
This is what happened on Christmas day....
George woke up at 7.30, hurled his dummy across the room, yanked the Beatrix Potter characters off the mobile above his bed then, devoid of further accessible entertainment, cried for assistance. Little did he know that Santa had been making regular visits to the house over the previous few days and had left him a whole stack of toys, which now adorn every room of this large house.
Wallowing in a sea of glittering parcels, all there for the ripping, George duly let rip, occasionally showing his appreciation with a loud chortle or an incomprehensible sentence delivered with gusto. He loved the plastic doggy with puppy, which plays songs and barks when you push a button on his back and drag him along. He was much amused by the dump truck driver who toddles off on his own when you press his head. The educational wooden beads on bendy wires device attracted passing attention. Pop up books with exciting animals were a hit. But best of all were the discarded chocolate wrappers - further evidence of mummy and daddy's decision to let it all hang out this Christmas season. George is planning to send thank you letters to his kind relatives and godmother for their generous donations to his wellbeing. Talking of which...
Mummy has a horrible laryngitis, hacking cough illness which makes her talk a little like Donald Duck, if she tries to talk at all. She smiles a lot and indulgently pretends to chew George's chocolate wrapper when prompted by son. Daddy is on good form but fears he is also coming down with the virus. Boring.
George made a special Christmas delivery to the neighbours today, carrying their gifts on the back of his new tractor and cart from aunty Lori and uncle Edi. Mummy and Daddy made him wear his pudding hat and pretended he was one of the dwarves working for Santa in Greenland. Dominique and Gaby seemed to fall for it and even invited George and daddy in for a drink.
Baby is eleven months old and is walking a lot now. He looks a bit like Frankenstein's monster, holding his arms out in front of him and wobbling precariously, but each foray across the room is greeted by loud applause from adoring parents, which seems to spur him on to greater adventures.
George, Graham and Julie are really enjoying baby's first Christmas - and the first for all of us in our new home. May the good times keep rolling on.
darwin - 25. Dec, 17:30
