A crazy few days it has been, and much craziness has unfurled during that time.
Chippie’s foot still retains its red, hard, lumpy area, but so far no red marks have appeared up his ankle or leg. There still remains the possibilty that it will “break down and ulcerate”. Or not. Limbo. Love it.
We had our traditional Santa photos, where I force the kids to have photos with Santa. Unfortunately, the refuse to allow me this opportunity to be annoying and demanding, and happily comply. Possibly because he is a very nice Santa and gives them lollies. Also, he’s just a really nice Santa. Chippie, however, refused to comply, clinging to me as though his life depended on it. He also wouldn’t partake in the “Santa photo with one child having a screaming tantrum” scenario.
Just flat out refused.
Until, of course, Santa obliged him with a lollypop after the older two had their photo session done, and he hopped on Santa’s lap and subesequently refused to get off.
Visits from relatives enable the Grumpy One and I to embark on some last minute Christmas shopping at local grossly oversized shopping mall.
Popped into the City to check out the Myer windows, the agree to the ten year old’s suggestion that we also check out Santa’s Cave, also at Myer. This resulted in a sad ten year old who was too tall to go on the train there, and a full on tantrumming two year old after he had his turn then wanted another. Also, it resulted in much looking at me who was trying to console tantrumming toddler.
Head over to Crown after that to check out the Christmas display and remove a small, semi-masticated piece of candy cane from toddlers mouth, after he found it on the floor, partially obscured by someone’s foot.
Food preparation began for Christmas dinner with Grumpy’s family, and I attemtped to make my very first gingerbread house. Of course, I utilied a mould I had purchased earlier in the year, with great ambitions for … ok, for making one gingerbread house this Chrimstas.
I was also aided by a seven year oldold, who felt the need to wear underpants on his head during the enitre process …
The ten year old was being a grumpy arse, but joined in anyway at some point.
Job done …
… and I was immediately left to clean up the mess myself, which I did by creating my own cocktail …
I can’t decide if to call this “oh, for fuck’s sake” which is what I said during the creation process, or the “why do I have to clean all the mess up myself!” which is what caused this particular cocktail to come to fruition.
I then spent the next several minutes sipping on a chardonnay with jubes in it, and nibbling on chardonnay soaked jubes.
Ask a seven or ten year old to open a packet of jubes. They will do this by opening down the packet and not across the top
Have full glass of chardonnay on the table, between all the gingerbread house decorating paraphernalia
Upon completion of decorating the house, offspring will bugger off leaving you to tidy up
Grab open packet of jubes to place in a container, and pass it over the top of your chardonnay
Bag will split and dump a good portion of its contents in your glass
We then went and checked out some Christmas Houses, which delighted Chippie causing him to yell “LOOK! Christmas tree house!” but came out sounding like “LOOK! Pissy tree housh!”
Some were a bit pissy. Just saying.
Christmas Eve saw Chippie at childcare and Grumpy and I taking a quick trip up the street to get some last minute provisions and presents, leaving Monkey Boy and Godzilla at home to tidy up. We were gone long enough for Monkey Boy to ring and inform me that Godzilla was “annoying the living crap” out of him. Succinct.
Breakfast with my dad and step mum on Christmas morning, and dinner with Grumpy’s family in the evening, which inevitably started with the lateness of all family members, including the one who was coming with the dips and starters and the one bringing the lamb, which needed cooking and to be there in time to be served for the main meal.
At least the latter rang. He’s learning. To communicate at least. We’re still working on the Being On Time component.
All in all it was a great night with much consumed.
Merry belated Christmas everyone!