Last night, rather than sit around for fiona's tantrums (she's still a little sick with her sore throat) we went for a drive to see Christmas lights. This, after a particularly painful lesson about picking "only two" Christmas cookies out of Jim and Mary Jo's wonderful assortment. We thought that a drive at least meant that she would be strapped into a chair and we could turn the radio up loudly if needed. The drive around town was peaceful except when Fiona and Luna had a space war in the back seat necessitating a brief stop. Once home we diverted the "I dont' want to sleep" argument by reading The Night Before Christmas, thus reinforcing all the Santa stereotypes. It seems to have worked and she is now successfully indoctrinated.
This morning, Christmas eve, she roared through breakfast dressed as a paper bag with a hole cut in it so she would stop bumping into the tables. Clever Mummy. She is feeling much better it seems but the tantrums erupt over small details and would be readily quieted if I would just give in but I won't. Mean Mummy.
Tonight we are planning on putting out cookies and milk for Santa and pulling a few carrots for the reindeer. We hope that Santa finds you too, whether drawn by reindeer, or Six White Boomers.
Take care,
Love
Louise
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You are all doing well. (it's Christmas morning here, despitte whatever date shows below this)
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