Last weekend H still seemed a bit under the weather. The virus he’d had over the last few weeks had reasserted itself again. I think the last week of a long term had just been a bit much and the virus was able to fight back a little. The occasional sofa nap was taken; his appetite was a bit depressed; and H was often asleep before his official lights out time of 8pm.
As Christmas approached though, the excitement built; adrenaline kicked in; and the sheer joy of being 5 at this time of year seemed to be enough to conquer the bug. H excitedly scoffed the last chocolates on his Simpsons advent calendar; added the baby Jesus to the nativity scene; and helped make mince pies as a treat for Santa. Here he is checking out the last windows on the cbeebies online advent calendar.
On Christmas Eve I pulled the health and safety card out of the pack. There was no way that I was expecting Santa to walk across a toy strewn carpet to reach H’s stocking. It was time to tidy up and in any case it would mean we’d have plenty of clear floor space for playing with new Christmas presents. H threw quite a big strop, but once he accepted his fate, he made a good job of tidying up and did it willingly enough.
On Christmas morning we were woken at 5.30 by an excited H. We held out for half an hour, but at 6am we let H open his Christmas stocking. Here he is sporting his Angry Birds hat and matching gloves made for him courtesy of the talented Gifted Goodies. There were lots of little goodies there and after breakfast he moved onto the rather large pile of gifts under the Christmas tree. It was a roughly 50:50 Lego and Playmobil (Future Planet) Christmas with a few sets of each. Books and Transformers got a look in too, plus a few DVDs.
Any 5-year-old is going to be very keen to get his Christmas presents up and running. Gone though are the days of assembling presents ahead of Christmas Day as half the fun for H is taking part in the building process (he’s quite an engineer). So Daddy and Uncle Roger both had to help with the construction of Playmobil and Lego vehicles and bases.
On Boxing Day we went to Granny’s house and stayed overnight. H was thrilled to find another set of presents there and as always he enjoyed Granny’s food. The problem was that Daddy seemed to have caught H’s bed and on the day we were due to leave, he didn’t make it out of bed until immediately before we left. Once home he retreated back to bed.
Construction continued at home with Mummy acting as engineering consultant rather than Daddy. Friday saw us taking a trip to a soft play centre to burn off some energy and to give Daddy a bit of peace. Daddy had planned a poker game on Thursday evening and we were both going out on Friday. The game was off and I went out without him (at least we didn’t need a babysitter, I suppose).