Christmas Baby Linus

So, after much preparation, present buying, pie making and frenzied excitement (on my part) Christmas finally arrived. I was half expecting Linus to be over-awed by it all as he was last year, and we were also expecting the worst after his complete freak-out on seeing a snowman at a nearby shopping centre. Christmas isn't much fun when you're scared of snowmen.

Anyway, luckily I had removed all giant, automated snowmen from the house, and instead we stuck to the traditional huge-pile-of-presents. We weren't brave (or stupid?) enough to put any presents under the tree before Christmas Eve because the temptation would just have been too much- probably for all of us. We had dinner with Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Adam on Christmas Eve and while Linus was in the bath (after dinner) Father Christmas came and left him some presents under the tree!!! I had Linus's pyjamas but when he opened his gifts LO! it was Christmas pyjamas. What luck!

We were woken at around 9am Christmas morning by an "uuurrnnghghhhgh" noise coming from Linus's room. I thought perhaps he'd caught one of Father Christmas's reindeer and was eating it alive, but it turned out it was just Linus himself, cross to have woken up to another day. He hadn't spotted his stocking hanging right by his face, but was rightly excited whenI showed him that it contained presents. We decided to go and wake Daddy up and open the presents in bed.

Mmmmm presents.

Once emptied of its bounty the stocking was discarded with cries of "MORE! MORE!". Not that he is materialistic or anything like that. No, he just likes to have loads and loads of presents that's all. So we went downstairs to see if Father Christmas had made it that far. Linus's face was an absolute picture when he walked in the room and found that he had a big, red tricycle. He walked towards it wide-eyed, climbed on and refused point blank to get off or to open any other presents. So I guess that was a hit then! Unfortunately he can't quite reach the pedals, but hopefully he'll be tall enough by summer. Well done Father Christmas for thinking ahead :)

As for the rest of Christmas Day- well, it was as to be expected really. Linus refused to eat anything other than sprouts for his dinner, we made a giant mess in the kitchen, spent the afternoon playing with toys and got told off by Grandma, when she arrived, for having pyjamas on the floor!- It's CHRISTMAS!!!

Linus did a good job of handing round more presents to everyone (Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Adam) who came for tea. We all ate too much and then had a rather lovely time playing bingo.

Yes, we know how to enjoy Christmas!