When I was growing up I used to adore Christmas!
There was something truly magical about it all in a way you never get to experience once you’ve grown up.
The excitement of Christmas eve and the rustle of the stocking being put at the bottom of my bed by a slightly tipsy Santa (mum) . The amazing feeling at about five in the morning waking up and jumping to the end of the bed just to check “he’d” been. The agony of being asked to go back to bed for just a few more minutes!
I got an unusual sight when I got home from the shops the other day, Milly was sitting in her bouncy chair enthralled by my other half and his incredible dancing feet.
No, he had’nt gone mad (at least no more than usual!), but in a last ditch attempt to entertain our very discerning 11 week old baby girl he had drawn smiley faces in black marker pen on both hands and feet and was putting on a great dancing show.
I have to say I have never seen her more fascinated, it was truly hillarious and just gave me another reason to love him, its better than anything I have come up with to entertain her!
Love, Helen icklebabe x
Ps, for those of you waiting for my new designs they are in proress, I promise!
Trying to get anything much done with a little baby, a 9 year old (are we there yet?) boy and a slightly grumpy (do I really have to come?) teenager in the easter holidays is proving to be a very interesting prospect. But normal work will resume shortly!!! ( here’s hopeing!) xx
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