So the day has come and gone but those few hours spent just the three of us on Christmas morning were how I imagined them to be. Warm, funny and sweet. We met up with the entire family later on that day and got to try out Georgie’s new tractor! To be exact, I got to try it out! More funny to come tomorrow. Hope you’re feeling the love!
…the music, the food, the friends and the mood…loving every minute of it…Merry Christmas everyone! xxx
[vimeo clip_id= http://www.vimeo.com/55959810 w=500&h=281] So apparently the only time my son zones out is when he’s got a paintbrush -or two-in his hands. He actually spent a good few seconds staring at one! Unfortunately the magic ends when he decides to stand up, paintbrushes and colorful hands ready to explore white walls. This little project involves a Christmas present for a couple of Georgie’s favorite people. I am having so much fun putting together handmade gifts and in some cases investing in young people’s futures through music and books. I got the Rolling Stones’ Greatest Hits for one of my little brothers- //no, he doesn’t read my blog// I think he’ll be super-excited. I certainly would be. Hint!
Georgie, papa and I enjoyed some good times on Friday evening. With friends, we cooked burgers, listened to music and danced before stumbling home a couple of hours later and hearing the news.
20 children shot dead.
How can this happen? What could have been so wrong with this young man and taken him to an elementary school where he killed six and seven year old angels? How can the parents of these children even begin to process this horrible loss? It has sickened me and knocked me sideways. To think that none of us can protect our babies from dangers such as these is a terrifying thought. Realising that monsters do exist is a terrifying thought.
Things have been good this week. My baby boy welcomed me from London with a shy smile and swinging legs. You’d have thought he was nervous or something! I eased myself into his space because last time I left him with his grandparents, he wouldn’t come anywhere near me for a few hours. It was heartbreaking but expected behavior. Apparently, kids make it personal when you go missing. So within minutes, my little dude was pushing his toy truck around the kitchen with me and making sure I didn’t leave his side. Even for a second. I don’t mind. Do you have any idea how much I missed those mischievous smiles? Starry brownies were the cherry on the top.