Last weekend little miss 2.5 got Christmas, or, more accurately ‘I’ got, that she got Christmas. It started on Saturday when she pointed out Santa while looking through some Christmas laden junk mail and then proven beyond doubt when we went to our local Christmas store and I saw a look on her face that I have never seen before. I can only describe it as awe, like if I was to walk out my front door and see a brand new Aston Martin sitting where my sensible family wagon once stood or if my wife was able to go to the toilet without being asked what she was doing (yes, we both have different expectations).
Awe for little miss 2.5 came in the form of the lights section at the Christmas store. As we climbed the stairs I could see her face changing, eyes widening and mouth opening further and further until, met with the site of a 9 foot snow man she could simply squeal “it’s enoooooormous”. For the first time ever I was able to put her down in a store and not have to chase her as the flashing, strobing lights had her rooted to the spot. We spent the next 20 minutes fiddling with settings on every set of display lights, hugging inflatable, glowing reindeer and then (as we recovered from the strobing) touching everything.
We had a ball, left the store after trying on every Santa hat we could find and then went to the local shopping mall to find more decorations. While we were there we hi-fived and hugged a Santa and then went to David Jones to look at more decorations, over-sized headphones and 3d televisions (new definition of cute is watching your daughter going off with a pair of Beats headphones on). We finished the day with Christmas tree decorating, lights turning on, and then the repositioning of every tree decoration below 1 meter high.
What’s really great is that we are finally having fun at Christmas. For those wondering how my catchy title fits into the post I mean it quite literally, this year we are actually conscious. Our first Christmas was tough. Celebrations were wedged between the sleeps of a child that would barely make 20 minutes with her eyes shut and shared with a wife that was struggling with a lack of the aforementioned. The second year little miss 2.5 (who was 1.5 – will need better nicknames me thinks) had got a little better but to ensure we kept raising the bar we chucked in a plane trip to Brisbane, staying with family she barely knew, at a house she didn’t remember. Some of you may be reading this thinking “no big deal” but when your petrified of re-living the first 12 months of no sleep you tend to find relaxing a bit difficult when your off your home turf.
This year it’s different. Our once bundle-of-nerves-and-reflexes is now a little person who gets excited about the same things I do (says a lot about her Dad). This year we’re all awake, reasonably well rested and excited. This year I am getting to see Christmas through the eyes of my little girl who is seeing it, really seeing it, for the first time. This year there will be a trampoline and one of us is very excited that it takes up to 150kg.
So when was your first conscious Christmas or did it all work out for you a lot quicker? What’s the best Christmas memory that you’ve made this year (so far)?
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