Christmas Day

Unbelievably, Ilona was 4 weeks old on Christmas Day. She mostly are and slept, wearing some rather fetching Christmas duds. However whilst she was briefly awake she got to lie on the floor, unencumbered. A rare treat. Today we got out the jungle gym for her, which you may remember from when Bluet was a month old.

This was the first Christmas where Bluet had any idea of who Santa is. The night before Christmas, we read "The night before Christmas". We then left out a glass of whisky and a cookie for Father Christmas, and checked first thing in the morning to see if he'd eaten and drunk. He had (and particularly enjoyed the whisky). We then had to hunt for her stocking (Santa had left it at the end of the bed, and Ilona's was outside her door because he didn't want to wake her from her pre Christmas slumber). This kept Bluet occupied for long enough to forget that the real meaning of Christmas is to open presents, giving me time to make coffee and breakfast muffins, which should probably become a Christmas tradition.

Bluet with stocking filler

Then we moved onto the presents under the tree. If took a while for Bluet to get going, the first few presents plucked were not for her. But once she had it figured out the wrapping was off in seconds, and the floor disappeared under paper and toys. Then because Ilona is too young, bluet got to open a second round. It was pretty fun seeing Bluet enjoying herself so much, opening presents so rapidly that sometimes it was hard to keep track of whether or not the presents she was opening were actually for her. 

Today (Boxing Day) we played a little outside (where Bluet finally got to stroke Kato, the cat left behind by the previous owners, who we don't feed, but who still frequents our garden), attempted to watch the jungle book, let Ilona lie on the floor some more and suddenly the day is done, with Emily singing Bluet her nighttime songs while I write this.

Blast from the past

We were wondering what Bluet looked like when she was the same age as Ilona is now, and we found this one from the vaults, when Bluet was 8 weeks old

Christmas Eve and Christmas Eve Eve

Last night Bluet helped Dadn make some cookies by adding the M&Ms. She didn't even try and eat any (although she did discover the joy of licking the bowl, and of eating cookies you'd made yourself.

This morning, we all went for a stroll around the block, where Ilona slept and Bluet was fascinated by street furniture.

Now all are sleeping. As you can see, Ilona is getting bigger every day. Must be all the milk.

From earlier this week - Bluet watching festive TV wearing a cloak, as she requested.

Happy Christmas Eve

Hopefully there will be a few Xmas posts. Let's start with a conversation:

Dadn: "What does the snowman do?"

Bluet: "The snowman makes snow"

and a song

Raking leaves

This Saturday, Bluet helped me rake the leaves in the garden. She enjoyed me building 'towers' of leaves, which she would sometimes help transfer to bin bags (we haven't established a compost heap yet) and other times, she would throw over her head. She also enjoyed running around with the broom

Look! An arrow

Then on Sunday, we went for a walk to the park, where Bluet helped push Ilona in her pram. And then swung on the swings.

Whilst she was up in the sky she said:

"Is that a bird, Dadn"
"No, I think it's a plane"
"No, it's a bird, planes don't flap their wings"

After 50 more swings, we walked home.

This morning Bluet wanted to say goodbye to Ilona before she left the house, and kissed her goodbye on her sleeping head. However, whenever we ask Bluet

"Who's Ilona's Dadn?"
"Ilona doesn't have a Dadn"
"Who's Ilona's Mama?"
"Ilona doesn't have a Mama"
"Who's Bluet's sister?"
"Ilona"
"Who's Ilona's sister?"
"Ilona doesn't have a sister, only Bluet"