It's December! Only the loveliest month, yeh? Not only is it the countdown to Christmas, but it's Jack the boys birthday month. Imagine. He'll be 3. A big 3 year old. What a blessing he is!
Jack was so excited about putting our tree up after seeing Nanny's tree last week. So, we clambered into the roofspace last night, dusted off the decorations, and Jack got right into the middle of it all. Many of the more delicate decorations didn't survive I'm sorry to say, but I was glad to see such enthusiasm! You can see we have lots of Queens guards decorations. Jack is obsessed with marching and 'the marching men' as he calls them. More on this some other time. He has also learned to whistle. You always know where Jack is, because where there's Jack, there's a whistle. He's dead good too.
Being a bit of an over thinker like his Ma, Jack is not real keen on the idea of Santa climbling down the chimney to leave him gifts. In fact, he says he doesn't want any toys at all if it means he has to see Santa. How do you expain this to a 2 year old? I mean, the concept is pretty terrifying. I haven't yet decided how to handle this. Any advice would be appreciated.
We've been opening the windows in Jack's advent calendars. That's right. The lucky thing has 2, count 'em, 2 advent calendars. One contains chocolate treats. The other has a nice picture. Guess which one Jack prefers.
Jo Jo Maman Bebe. Check out Jack's personalised Fair Ilse stocking from Pottery Barn. Santa will definitely know who this belongs to. Jack wants it filled with lots of cars, trucks and tractors please. He says you can skip the bubble bath. But I bet a few chocolate coins wouldn't go amiss.
Fill 'er up there, Santy.