I wrote this letter on Boxing Day, but I’ve not had chance to post it until now, because, in all honesty, I wanted to spend every moment with you. And just as I’d finished you started to want my attention!
You actually turned 29 weeks old on Christmas Day baby – you’re a Tuesday’s Child, which means you are “full of grace.” I think that’s pretty spot on.
Anyway, yesterday you had so much fun. You weren't entirely sure what to do with yourself and you were, as to be expected, much more impressed with the wrapping paper than your gifts. You were spoilt rotten by the way – I hope you grow up to be a grateful boy and say thank you for every gift you receive. You’re very lucky!
Mummy and Daddy bought you an activity table and some bath toys and other toys for rolling around the floor with. We also prepared a stocking full of gifts, such as The Night Before Christmas, a lucky sixpence and a vintage snow-globe Mummy found whilst rooting through a charity shop. They weren't big gifts, but they seemed to count for more somehow.
You ate your Christmas dinner! And you loved it. Until you overate, projectile vomited onto your high chair table and then grabbed another piece of food and started eating again. You haven’t been well, so I felt so sorry for you, but nothing was going to get in the way of your parsnips and turkey, which you loved.
When I put you to bed, after a busy day, you were so peaceful and perfect that I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world.
Your first Christmas! I won’t ever forget it, as much as you will never remember it.