I'm superduper excited (see, that's HOW excited I am- I'm saying stupid non-words, like superduper). Christmas time is almost here! As I write this, I'm listening to White Christmas on the radio. Yes, the festive season is upon us, the season of goodwill and joy to all men, blah blah blah, you know the script. I LOVE Christmas! I'm such a big kid when it comes to Christmas. I love it all; The food, the decorations, the trees, even the freezing cold weather! Now the nights are drawing in, the air is getting chillier and people are stringing fairy lights up in the windows. Am I excited? Oh yes! Am I prepared? Ohhhh no. I've bought about half of the kids' gifts, NO gifts for anybody else. I don't have a tree yet, I (barely) have plans for Christmas day, and last week, I had the marvellous idea of volunteering to host a Boxing Day party! What a bloody fantastic idea! Because Christmas isn't stressful enough already, and you know what? Nothing says 'Festive' like a nervous breakdown. I think the term 'glutton for punishment' was invented for me.
Anyway, I'm trying to forget how stressful it will all be by focussing on the fun aspects of the festive season. The kids and I made Christmas decorations yesterday! Baby didn't think it was much fun, since the activity quickly turned to 'Let's stop the baby eating salt dough. And icing sugar. And flour. And cookie cutters. And random other bits of the floor.' After realising he was probably a bit small to help, and fastening him into his high chair (AKA Baby Jail, it being one of the only remaining contraptions that can keep him secure- God help me the day he figures out how to get out of that one) I concentrated on making the decorations with the girls. They actually turned out really, really great! I'm the least crafty person one could meet, however, I can bake, and this was esentially baking and decorating inedible cookies. So it was all good. I'm actually very pleased with our efforts! I shall hang them on the Christmas tree with pride.
In other news, Girl2 has been cast as an angel in her Christmas nativity play in nursery. The day they were announcing the parts, as I was collecting her from nursery, the teacher quietly told her to 'Shush', and a hysterical crying fit ensued. The other child who had been cast as an angel had a whopper of a tantrum because she didn't want to be an angel. How ironic that the two "angelic" figures in the play were the two tantrumming little monsters? She's very excited anyway, having tried on her angel costume and realising she gets to wear wings and a halo. :)
Hopefully I won't leave it too long before I update again!
Until Next Time,
Crazy Mother
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