But we have somehow survived with our sanity intact and our son even seems to have come through the ordeal in a semi sane state. Sure, he has shown his impeccable timing with 2 colds, conjunctivitis, vomiting, croup and an ear infection all in the last five weeks but hey, if we can endure that on top of the moving logistics, we will weather just about any future battles!
Of course, what is Christmas without the excitement of the little ones? Watching my boy giggle and race around after his big cousin Logan as they excitedly played with their new toys, unfurling presents from under the ornamented tree as Santa’s little (but not always so helpful) helpers and watching their faces morph into utter delight as they discovered the goodies wrapped within.
Yes, Harrison did already have one Christmas under his baby belt but being far too young last year to grasp any significance of the situation, this year he came into his own. Certainly the vivid colours of the various wrapping papers caught his eye and at times overshadowed the gifts, but he sure got the hang of it after stripping back the paper on the first few. He had been fascinated for days when his Poppy came bearing a present that made sounds through its wrapping – needless to say it was the first opened and probably his pick of the bunch so far. Thankfully Mummy has found the off switch on it as its BLOODY NOISY (as all perfect children’s gifts should be, I suppose) and is so sensitive you need only tiptoe past it and its motor kicks into gear!
So, after a crazy last day of work on the 23rd, which filtered into a frantic week encompassing Christmas, a Webeck gathering on Boxing Day, Mason’s Christening the next day and a frenzied final packing the day after for the big move on the 29th and being homeless (well, appliance-less in Kogarah with a roof over our head – VERY difficult to endure when you have a toddler to not only feed somehow but keep entertained!) we waited out in Sydney until we flew to Coffs for another whirlwind few days of people and parties for NYE. So forgive us one and all if you don’t hear from us until February. We may not have the energy to surface until then. I’ll be instead directing my dwindling power supplies to tackling the mammoth unpacking project that awaits along with helping my baby boy (who is daycare-less until almost the end of January) settle into his new abode.