The day certainly failed to match my expectations. It was lovely, so lovely, to wake up on Christmas morning all snuggled up with my little man. I breathed in his yumminess, and remembered Christmas 2007, the impatience and fear and desire. I had no idea. None.
After waking up at around 6, Phil, Otis and I emptied our stockings (a team effort, made by Katrina, Phil and I), to find lots of chocolate-y delights. Otis enjoyed a foil-covered Santa and a foil-covered teddy bear for breakfast! I had also included a car t-shirt, some rubber Halloween bats, some jungle animal figurines, and a very special, Bonds chesty, featuring a custom-made 'Dad' tattoo transfer — I gave Phil a matching tattoo-emblazoned chesty. His, of course, read 'Otis'.
We headed over to Mum's, and all sat around the tree, opening gifts with gusto. Otis was given a rocking giraffe (Santa), a box of Duplo (us), a Dr Seuss book (us), a bubble (Santa), a spinning Elmo chair (Mum), a kick/boogie board (Bart), a Bananas in Pyjamas ball (Mum), some Christmas bibs (Jord), a Baby Genius San Diego zoo DVD (Lan), a bath toy (Lan). Then at Noelene's he received a book and a football (Noelene), money for the WeeRide, which we purchased yesterday (Noelene), a pull-along puppy (Ben and Kim) and a Reebok tracksuit (Sandra).
He was very cute in his Santa suit — complete with the words Ho, Ho, Ho on the bum — but VERY clingy (I heard no end of it from Harvey, as per usual) and very tired. It was all just too much. He slept for 2.5 hours in the middle of the day, which gave me time to enjoy my meal and talk to other adults. But he was dreadful again by dinner time. Not a happy boy.
Maybe next year will be different!
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