I’m participating in the Best Of 2009 Blog Challenge. Every day this month, I write something different about what’s happened this year. Today, a special Christmas post about the best gift of 2009. Also, there is another photo from today over at the Daily Photo.
This time last year, we left hospital in the winter sunshine, wondering what on earth we’d created and how we’d survive. It’s been a wonderful year in many, many ways, but it’s been hard. And we’re not doing it again.
Christmas this year has been all about David.
Paper was ripped and parcels were unwrapped.
Boxes were played in.
New garages were played with.
Footballs were hugged and headed.
And Wilfred had a great time with his sock monkey:
David’s favourite present (and our favourite of his!) is by far and away the simple, no-batteries-required, quiet football. Mine is the morning of advanced driver training from Joe, and his was the wooden bricks that my parents bought for David! The best thing ever, though, was spending Christmas as a family. Here’s to many more to come.
This.
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Seriously. Whoever thought of this and came up with the marketing campaign deserves a medal.
I’m participating in the Best Of 2009 Blog Challenge. Every day this month, I write something different about what’s happened this year. Apologies for lack of posting yesterday, we spent the day in London and the weekend at my parents’ place; I’ve come back slightly more insane than before. The answer to yesterday’s question? Falafel. Could NOT live without the stuff now. Anyway, today’s post is about the best change we made to the place we live.
Eric. Introducing him into our home and our family has been the most wonderful thing. He and David are growing up together. They sleep next to each other, play together, and annoy the crap out of each other. They cause me equal amounts of worry, and have roughly equal numbers of hugs! (Eric is a very snuggly, clingy cat and I’ve worn him in a sling so I can work before now.) They are both in this lovely in-between stage: David is neither a baby nor a toddler, and Eric is no longer a kitten, but not quite a cat.
The older cats have mostly accepted him. Snowball still dislikes him, but then Snowball doesn’t like anyone or anything apart from Joe. Wily puts up with his adoring attentions with great patience and grace. ”Oy boss, have you been outside, where’ve you been, did you catch any mice, will you teach me how to catch mice when I’m big, oh please, please, PLEASE…” He will catch mice when he’s allowed outside: Snowball has brought the occasional live one inside, which he’s finished off, but I still don’t want my little baby boy going out.
So again, I’ll let the pictures do the talking:
