During the first stages of my pregnancy, family members -who are always the first to know- couldn’t keep mum about their desire for a girl. As for me? Did I have a preference? I would lie if I said I didn’t. There was a secret preference for a boy. I absolutely love being a mother to a boy and sort of wanted to keep to what I know and am good at.
One of the first things I noticed about Georgie when he first started school last year was his hesitation in telling me how his day was. I realised things had gone from bad to worse when the other day after an afternoon lesson he huffed and puffed and finally said: I don’t have to tell you everything! Let’s skip that in ten years a remark like that will probably scar me for life and go straight to the fact that it was obvious I was asking the wrong question.
Almost two years ago, while I was researching our Christmas trip to Paris, which never happened in December but in April instead, I discovered something that changed my life.
How to make proper hot chocolate. The French way. You see, there’s something special about this picture: curling up on the sofa with the warmth of the fireplace on your cheeks sipping on a mug of hot chocolate. But in order for this picture to be perfect you need this secret ingredient. Believe me.
Happy new year friends! Georgie and I are still pretending we’re on holiday, at least until Monday when he has to go back to school and we will no longer be able to pretend. This time after Christmas I always feel as though my emotions have been tossed in a blender that won’t stop. The blues hit me hard as I don’t want the holidays to end but then I get excited about getting back to real life and our daily routine and being productive and getting on with stuff, which is always a good thing for slightly tense, controlling and stressed out persons such as myself. Ha!
It’s Christmas Eve! And I am staring at lists of things to do, half-watching Christmas cartoons with Georgie and waiting for papa to bring home lunch so I can get started on those cookies, which we made bright and early this morning for Santa. Christmas music has been playing non-stop, family members have been coming and going all day in preparation for tomorrow’s feast and we’re all looking forward to tonight’s traditional family gathering at my parent’s house. My mum will be cooking, the kids will be rehearsing their annual Christmas Day show while the rest will probably be fighting over which movie we should all watch. Hooray for Christmas!!!