Now that the fairy dust has settled, the tree has gone (well it’s on its side in the front garden) with much wrangling, expletives and resorting to manic pruning with the garden sheers from daddy day care and the toys are put away (by put away I mean shoved to one corner of the room where they remain collecting dust as despite all the lovely things she got, Willow still only wants to play with my phone and the remote control) I think it’s a good time to reflect on our first Christmas with child.
In a word, wow. Here’s another: Exhausting. It has been a whirlwind of parties (her, not us) I think she went to five at the last count, trips to Santa and Christmas jumper days.
We were basically her festive PAs, shuttling her about and trying to keep sugary contraband to a minimum which at this time of year is basically fighting a losing battle. All while trying to hold down a job and do the present shopping because denial kicked in and you left it too late to do it online.
And nobody was bothered about seeing us mere parentals. Family and friends all wanted a piece of the Willow action so Christmas day and Boxing day became a logistical nightmare trying to keep everyone happy, inevitably miffing someone along the way and trying to exert some damage control before it become a full scale family festive fall out. Exhausting. Bloody exhausting.
Having said all this, the magic of Christmas scooped us up and we let it take us along for a festive sleigh ride. The build up with a child is so much more special and I think we were more excited for Christmas day than anyone (I woke Willow up at 8am as I couldn’t wait for pressie opening any longer). It was wonderful to start new family traditions like leaving the mince pie out for Father Christmas, sprinkling reindeer dust for Rudolph and putting on new pjs for Christmas Eve. The look of joy on her little face as she opened her presents was priceless and the joy this brought to friends and family was immeasurable.
I know everyone says that Christmas is for kids but I really get this now. There were (sugar) highs and (exhausted) lows but spending time with my little family over the festive season was ace, a bountiful supply of Baileys may have helped. I’m grateful for the time we got to spend together because let’s face it not everyone in the world has that option right now and had to spend Christmas in appalling circumstances.
Over the festive hols she learned to blow kisses (cute), to say ‘Peppa’ (slightly annoying) and how to climb the stairs (really annoying and she was less than impressed when the gate was installed). But hooray we got to see these things in real time for a change
rather than reading about them in her nursery diary. Thank you Christmas!
All the Baileys
So through Baileys tinted spectacles I can say I thoroughly enjoyed our first proper Christmas together (she was only three weeks old for the first one and no amount of enthusing from mummy about opening presents could persuade her to get involved) and I for one am looking forward to Christmas 2017 (you can remind me I said this this in December) Only 362 days to go…..
I hope you all had a lovely Christmas with your families and that diplomatic relations didn’t permanently break down. And if they did I hope there was booze. Lots of booze.