Thanks to Santa Claus and an exceptionally generous family, Jack, Phoebe and Maisie have received ridiculous numbers of presents over the last few days. Not that I'm ungrateful - far from it! I am so thankful for the kind and thoughtful gifts our children have received. I am also thankful that the endless hours spent drumming manners into the kids were not entirely wasted, as they were fairly well-behaved over the entire Christmas period, despite being deluged with more gifts than is decent!
Tonight I am sitting amongst it all - toys recently played with; toys as yet unopened; toys waiting to find a place more suitable than the lounge room floor - while Jack and Phoebe spend the night at Narnie and Pa's house. They have been beside themselves with excitement at the prospect of going "on holidays" to my parents' for the night, and could not wait for Mummy, Daddy and Maisie to leave after dinner! Christian and I had planned on spending some time tonight sorting out the new toys while the big kids are away, but now that the Mouse has finished her night feed I am not really in the mood to clean. Besides, what better time to tell you about some of the funnier stories about the new Christmas acquisitions?
Jack is currently morphing into a five year old boy (not until April, but you'd think it was tomorrow!) and as such, has become obsessed with cars and baddies. He received some fantastic race tracks, trucks and cars, as well as a talking Buzz Lightyear. He got the coveted Buzz duplo, books, clothes, a doona cover...and a snorter, guggles and slippers. Sorry? Jack's Aunty Miffy and Uncle Whale gave Jack a snorkle kit, which has been worn all over our house for about three days now. He will appear, grinning, wearing his 'slippers', his 'guggles' and blowing heavily through the 'snorter' (which has also been...ahem.....'loved' by Phoebe and Maisie respectively!) I can't wait to see him use it at the beach, although I hope he manages to snorkle rather than snort...
Phoebe must have been a good girl, because Santa brought her desperately hoped-for pink scooter. She received many fairy-and princess-related dress-ups and jewellery items, and an iron and ironing board I am very keen for her to learn to use! Phoebe also got duplo, a (Princess) doona cover, books, clothes...and a baby with a dummy. Oh my lordy, how my child is obsessed with babies and their dummies. All she asked for before Christmas was a baby with a dummy (she has always been a bit miffed that her beloved Maisie Maisie Mouse does not like or have dummies - I think she felt a bit robbed!), and we told her she already had two baby dolls, which was enough. But her Narnie saw (and bought!) a dolly that came with clothes, bibs, bottles, a potty, sippy cups, nappies....and the all-important dummy. And my goodness gracious me, has this baby doll been loved to death already, or what!!!! After convincing Phoebalina that naming yet another baby "Dora" was probably not a great idea, I suggested 'Anna Louise', as these are Phoebe's middle names. The baby doll is now known by all and sundry as "Wees". Excellent choice, Mum.
Wees has been dressed and undressed, put to bed, scolded, kissed, fed, changed, and had the dummy put in and out umpteen times. She has been told to be a good girl and go to sleep, or Santa won't come. She has (disturbingly) been carried around by the feet, cradled adoringly, and tipped upside down, all of which have me convinced that Phoebe is not old enough to babysit Miss Mais just yet. Phoebe tells everybody who will listen that she has "a baby with a dummy", including my mum, who gave it to her!! Since the arrival of Wees, the beloved pink scooter has taken a back seat...because it doesn't have a baby seat for Wees. Oh well.
And the Mouse? Well, Maisie couldn't have given a hoot about presents, to be quite frank. She too received dollies, clothes, books, games, puzzles, things that go boing...and all she has played with are the forbidden toys with teeny tiny pieces that Jack received, and the wrapping paper. Oh, and the kitchen tiles. Since she has discovered she can slide easily on them, the tiles have become a favourite plaything. At least with her first birthday coming up in two weeks, I can relax a bit about buying her a present!! ("Here, darling, Mummy and Daddy bought you a newspaper and will let you roll on the lovely grass - aren't you a lucky girl!!")
And now, with an asleep 11 month old, and absent children, I am going to make the most of the peace and quiet! Sleep well! xxx
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