The month of December in our house, is utter chaos. A loveable type of chaos, but chaos all the same. I’d like to sit here and tell you all the elves will make an appearance for the first time tomorrow; but that would be a lie.
Our elves, Sharance and Trinx (dubbed by Delilah when she was 2 and a half) made this year’s debut last weekend. It is a little naughty of us, but we use the elves to put up the Christmas tree and decorations so that little hands do not get involved. We can get set up and just enjoy the kids’ faces the morning after we have done it.
The kids woke up Saturday to see all the decs out. Delilah was well impressed at the elves’ efforts and Euan, well, he just likes to yank the baubles off at every op. It leaves us wondering if we put it up too soon.
Sunday rolled round and the elves had only gone and arranged a North Pole Breakfast. And before you ask, yes, I am out of my mind. We started this tradition last year, and Delilah thought it was epic. So why would we not do it again and extend the invite?
In true Lotty fashion, I managed to have something going on the night before this NP breakfast, just to make set up for myself harder. I had booked to take my mum out to the theatre on Saturday night for a very belated birthday gift (I booked it back in February). It was a pretty good show, and we really enjoyed it. But I totally forgot it was the night before, then invited all Delilah and Euan’s cousins to this elven shindig on the Sunday morning. And I’m telling you, it was demanding work blowing up an 80-balloon balloon arch manually after midnight. We finally got to bed at 2am ish after a little retro finishing touch.
Sunday morning crept in too soon, and the kids were ready to go. Hubs and I could have done with a few more hours kip, but with Cousins on their way, pancakes needed to be made, maple bacon needed cremated, and gingerbread house needed Royal icing to glue it together so it was ready for sticky hands to decorate it. And all those blasted elves did was look on with that grin on their faces. You know the grin I’m talking about. It has a mocking quality to it. I was mocked.
The kids enjoyed it; my eldest Neice even made cookies all by herself to bring with her. They were brilliant and went down a real treat with our sugar jacked breakfast. They did a great job with the gingerbread house too!
After a very swift clear up or sorts, we headed out for tradition number 2. A Christmas photo shoot. Something we adopted last year for Euan’s first Christmas and hope to continue for as long as we can. Aren’t they cute?
December brings us packed out weekends on the run up to Christmas, full of old traditions and creating new ones. Do you have any Christmas traditions?
Happy December 1st everyone!