Christmas Morning.

The build up to Christmas was pretty rubbish. We've all been ill in December with one thing or another, with me finally being struck down with a virus right on the Eve of Christmas Eve. So our Christmas Eve - which should have been spent doing last minute baking, shopping & wrapping - was spent with Iain running us down to my parents before he went to work, so my amazing Mum could help me out with the boys for the day.

By Christmas morning I was still (& still am, for that matter) feeling pretty rubbish but John's overwhelmed excitement for the satsuma in his stocking was contagious. Both boys did extremely well for themselves in terms of presents. John's favourites being his Duplo, wooden car carrier truck & of course, all his sweeties! He also took great pleasure in helping David out with opening his presents.

We had a fairly quiet Christmas morning. Iain woke John at around 8am as he was sick of waiting for him - he's usually up at 6.30am and obviously chose the day his Daddy wanted him up to have a long lie! After we'd spent a while opening the presents we had some breakfast & watched The Gruffalo's Child (cue a lot of "GRRRRRR"ing from John). By the late morning, John was exhausted so we put him down for a nap, whilst I jumped in the shower. And a little later on, the boys Granddad arrived for a visit which was lovely to see John's excitement for his Granddad & the giant Mickey Mouse he had brought him.

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