Mummy's best Christmas Present
Was it the White & Company luxurious bathrobe? Was it the Nintendo DS with More Brain Training? Or was it the Chanel Chance?
No, it was something far cheaper than any of those.
Last weekend the boy laid in bed with us after waking up, spending some time playing hide & seek under the quilt, some time draped over his Dad watching Thomas & Friends, and most notable some time switching between Mummy & Daddy giving kisses. Out of the blue, here he comes with the kisses.
So that week we managed to get a kiss goodbye when dropping him off at nursery. Nothing spectacular, just standing there open mouthed but head tilted back waiting for the smackers.
He has form, as I look back I can see that he does something, waits a little while, then decides he's mastered it. And today, on Christmas Day, he's mastered the art of the kiss. He can pucker up, but looks like a goldfish on steroids. "And does Grandma get one" - nothing. "Does Grandma get a kiss?" - result. We've mastered the word kiss, the blowing of a kiss, and puckering up all as invitations to get a kiss. What a party piece this afternoon.
MOTS was delighted with her most precious of Christmas presents. A kiss from her boy. She was even more delighted with the fact she got the full box set!
Magical.
I hope your Christmas was special too, whether it's the first with a rug-rat in tow, or if you are making the most of the last one without.
