Christmas at our place. Baby O’s first Christmas. Not super-duper out of this world fantastic, rather more like a national lampoon’s movie. I suppose not every year can be a dreamy kind of magical. The reality for this family is that after three sets of visitors, from inter-state and international, plus one birthday party in the month leading up to Christmas meant that we hadn’t had a free weekend in over five weeks. So by Christmas day we were all rather tired. All rather frazzled. Exhausted. Ready to fall in heaps. So the day went smoothly enough for an over-tired family but there was a stench of blah-humbug-too-tired about it too. Still we had lots of fun opening gifts, swimming with new pool toys, jumping on the new trampoline, drawing on chalkboards, playing in boxes, cracking crackers and eating a yummy meal.
Last minute sewing was completed and our baby boy got a Santa sack. Family life had to take a priority over sewing in the end and all other tasks on the list of things to do were put aside until a better time.
Enjoyed resting up doing not too much since the big day. We’re all feeling better for the nothingness. So glad to be travelling slow again. It really is the way to travel.