Christmas doth approaches, and necessity dictates that Carole and I baton down the hatches in preparation for a Luca explosion tomorrow. As you'll see further down in the blog our Christmas tree is almost lost amongst the dozens of gifts surrounding it. A frightening prospect indeed, but isn't your child's reaction the real reason for Christmas? Yes Mum, religion notwithstanding.
I have photo's to show you again! Most were provided by Carole so my descriptions on the underside of each image may not be entirely accurate......
Above is one of Luca's regular attempts to teach Sima English. He commonly reads to her - it's almost a daily event. Very cute.
"Hallo Isis, do you want to hear story too? Once upon a time Gordon Brown had the UK economy under control"
Yep, it's a fairy story........
This - apparently - is Luca's new favourite food. Boiled eggs with toast soldiers. Is everyone now feeling a little nostalgic? Are there any of us who don't recall the simple joys of dunking your soldiers?
And here's our Christmas tree. Approximately three of those presents are for Carole and I, the rest will be enthusiastically ripped open by a hyperventilating 3 year old.
That's all folks. Merry Christmas, and I'll update the blog again on Boxing Day with some Christmas pictures of Luca.
I'll hopefully speak to many of you on the day, but if not then please be assured I'll (we'll) be thinking of you.
**Useless fact of the day - The average trained dog recognises 160 words, and has the mental capacity of a chimpanzee or 3 year old human**
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