It all started with an activity book. Baby D is not old enough for those yet, this is me reminiscing about my childhood. When I was four, my mom and dad gave me a Santa Claus themed activity book, with a lot of colour me's and find your way through the maze. Then they built up the story about this jolly old man who goes around giving gifts to kids on Christmas eve if they have been good. They asked me what I wanted and quite inexplicably, I said I wanted a letter box, as in a post box. Presumably I was a model kid that year, for when Christmas eve rolled around, I found on my window sill a nice red package. Inside were a letter box shaped piggy bank, complete with silver lock and key, hot cross buns and other goodies.
And so, even though we don't officially celebrate Christmas, I was pretty excited about recreating the magic for Baby D. Daddy D donned a Santa beard and wig, his own specs and a Christmas hat. He wore a red shirt and jeans and did the ho ho ho act. Baby D doesn't yet know the concept of fear so he happily tugged away at Santa's beard and tried to eat it. We had "jingle bells" playing for the background score. Baby D had been grinning away at a YouTube video with Disney characters singing jingle bells, so we think he definitely enjoyed that part of it. He seized his gift, wouldn't wait for anyone to open it for him and tried to eat the wrapping paper.
Nani had done up a Christmas tree, which Baby D had been trying to eat for the previous couple of days. The "twinkle twinkle" stars and the cherub ornaments were too much for him to resist and excitement always ran high when he was anywhere in the vicinity. He found it near impossible to settle down to his nap if we were walking him and he happened to spot the tree. On Christmas day, he knew his instincts had been right when he was allowed to pick up his presents from underneath.
Baby D is now the proud owner of a baby piano, which he tries to shake like a rattle to get it to play, a Mickey mouse toy, a play mat and a singing monkey, besides a lot of gift wrapping papers. In short, there's plenty for Baby D to eat.
He's rather an excitable and energetic creature these days. Yesterday, he was in my arms, but wasn't quite content to remain still. He scrambled up, then grabbed a fistful of my face and champed away at my nose. To have a determined infant attached enthusiastically to my face rather took me aback. But hopefully this unprecedented show of affection puts me right up there in the same league as Mr. Spots and Mr. Rattlesworth!
And so, even though we don't officially celebrate Christmas, I was pretty excited about recreating the magic for Baby D. Daddy D donned a Santa beard and wig, his own specs and a Christmas hat. He wore a red shirt and jeans and did the ho ho ho act. Baby D doesn't yet know the concept of fear so he happily tugged away at Santa's beard and tried to eat it. We had "jingle bells" playing for the background score. Baby D had been grinning away at a YouTube video with Disney characters singing jingle bells, so we think he definitely enjoyed that part of it. He seized his gift, wouldn't wait for anyone to open it for him and tried to eat the wrapping paper.
Nani had done up a Christmas tree, which Baby D had been trying to eat for the previous couple of days. The "twinkle twinkle" stars and the cherub ornaments were too much for him to resist and excitement always ran high when he was anywhere in the vicinity. He found it near impossible to settle down to his nap if we were walking him and he happened to spot the tree. On Christmas day, he knew his instincts had been right when he was allowed to pick up his presents from underneath.
Baby D is now the proud owner of a baby piano, which he tries to shake like a rattle to get it to play, a Mickey mouse toy, a play mat and a singing monkey, besides a lot of gift wrapping papers. In short, there's plenty for Baby D to eat.
He's rather an excitable and energetic creature these days. Yesterday, he was in my arms, but wasn't quite content to remain still. He scrambled up, then grabbed a fistful of my face and champed away at my nose. To have a determined infant attached enthusiastically to my face rather took me aback. But hopefully this unprecedented show of affection puts me right up there in the same league as Mr. Spots and Mr. Rattlesworth!
You know you must keep these musings handy for Daksh to read later when he can :)
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, compliments of the season, and happy new year :)
Thank you :) yes I intend to keep it for him to read when he had a kid!
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