Acknowledging the credit crunch, weddings, births and critical illness we decreed that this year we would be having a slightly pared down christmas present frenzy. However, looking at the mountain of parcels under and around the tree on Christmas morning I did wonder if anyone had listened. Hubby and I had agreed no presents to each other in view of our up and coming holiday so…….I gave him an all-weather microfleece for golf and the latest John O’Farrell and he gave me a digital photo frame! (Thank heavens I had ignored our ‘agreement’).
All the family were together and, as the grandchildren are all so young there is a huge amount of equipment required just to enable us all to have lunch together; two dining tables, one booster seat (Izzy), two highchairs (the boys), one electric swing (Evie)* and an assortment of different bibs, plates, bowls and feeding utensils, all Nanny’s resources are called into action. It is also total, absolute mayhem. There’s Jack using the kitchen floor as a race track, whilst you are trying to prepare the meal. The boys are taking advantage of the locks being off cupboard doors so they can distribute the cupboard contents all round the kitchen. Izzy is being potty-trained, so there are a selection of potty’s dotted around and everyone is keeping an eye out for signs that she may need reminding to sit on one. Amy has disappeared behind the sofa with the nibbles and is gorging herself on a selection of tummy fillers and Evie is under constant siege from her cousins, kisses from Jack and Amy, mouth-poking from Iz and thumps from the boys. Ahhh, families.
My greatest joy? Having son there, looking so healthy, enjoying his baby. Poor lad was subjected to frequent hugs from me, we are so lucky that he is celebrating, and enjoying, Christmas. Yesterday I downloaded some photos for my frame, amongst them was a photo of son cuddling Evie minutes after her birth. He had had his op about 2 weeks previously so was starting to look better but he was still painfully thin and had that yellowish pallor which I associate with nasty illness. Hubby said he didn’t think I should have that image in the slideshow, I disagree as it is a reminder to me how close we came to losing son and how well he is now. That, however horrified I was by the care he received in hospital, the end result was positive and, that as we approach the New Year, we not only have a new daughter and grand daughter but also a son who is pain free and able to enjoy life again.
* Electric swing – wonderful piece of equipment for enabling parents to ‘steal’ time when baby is grouchy.