Dashing through the......well, not snow that's for sure!

someone is BOUND to stop us doing this soon...cram 'em in Elijah!! What one you 'aving next Seth?


The calm before the storm!! I am sweating and puffing, Christmas is over and somehow I am relieved but now we have tonight and tomorrow to finish packing. HAHAHAHAHAHA! FINISH??? When do we start? I don't think we believed it would actually happen and so here we are, faced with the most fantastic sense of wonder and bottom clenching fear ...and 36 hours to perform miracles.
I have tried several times to post a christmassy sort of blog but none of us have felt very festive, we had a great time but are more looking forward to the new house and more room and all the good things we hope are coming our way.
The above are a few pictures that show we had some fun and even though we seemed not to actually hit any shops, e.bay and grandpa and some pretty impressive organisation ( and repeatedly finding things I had bought months ago, hidden and forgotten about) there was an obscene amount of gifts with no tree to put them under!
Lunch was at grandma's with 32 people, memories and family in abundance and now it is all over for another year.
Tomorrow is the pantomime, and then we are off to our home with delusions of grandeur and hopes a plenty.
I hope you miss me while I am off line ( still looking as though it will be Jan 11th before we are back in the land of the keyboard and cyber friends) I shall miss feeling surrounded by friends checking in and saying hello...feel free to leave messages, I am certain I shall sneak in whenever possible.
In the next 2 weeks or so my Isaac will be starting school full time ( it seems he hadn't at all grasped the idea that this was happening and is so afraid of the idea)....he is horribly sad at no more nursery and insists that he will be going there, in his light jeans and England t-shirt..oh dear, I feel we are in for a fight with his black trousers and school shirts, lets not even mention long sleeved sweatshirts, nasty mean things that they are, and black school shoes YE GADS WOMAN are you trying to terrorise the poor boy? We're not mentioning P.E, at all....I think we'll let the school tell him about that and let me in on the answer. He has become modesty itself, hides behind doors to change.....*sigh* Oh and we are in ( I think) week 8 or 9 of a band aid on the finger. HE cut his finger and had to have a band aid...he has always been terrified of them, this time he had to have one as it was a bleeder....now he insists that his finger is still badly, even though we show him every time the stinky, grimy, buckled band aid needs changing that his finger is healed he still holds his breath until a new one is put on. Not helped by grandpa bringing boxes of fabulous bandaids with spiders, bugs, frogs, scorpions, ants and the word 'bloody' on...can you imagine????
Oh..one more christmassy tale, Auntie Julie bought Seth a gift.....a remote control farting bottom. He was HORRIFIED!!! He went scarlet with shame and embarrassment! Hid his head and said " Oh, I don't want that" --snatched with incredible speed from his hands by Isaac, who delighted in sneaking up on everyone and farting ( remotely of course) in their ears and then almost dying with the joy of it. Ain't christmas grand?!?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!! See you in about 2 weeks!!