This started off as a longer post about how Sam and I don’t buy each other presents and how this year was no exception as any extra budget has been redirected to fixing our roof (The bathroom has been leaking for ages, and two days before Christmas we arrived home to find the loft leaking in several places, water dripping straight through to Arlo’s room and puddling on the floor).
It was a post about how looking at Twitter and Instagram on Christmas Day made me a little jealous that I didn’t have an extravagant present from Sam to talk about, and sad that, yet again, I had not had my own money to purchase Sam a gift. It wasn’t even about what we did or didn’t receive, Sam and I were both very happy and excited just to watch Arlo experiencing Christmas this year. But it was a reminder of the frustration of not being able to buy something we really like with our own money. For once, it would be lovely to be able to make a nice financial decision.
But that post was moany, boring and ungrateful. And I’m sure times won’t always be like this. After editing my photos from Christmas I decided to change the emphasis of this post.
Sam having all that time off before Christmas – I’ve almost forgotten what days are like when it’s just me and Arlo.
Watching Arlo dole out huge cuddles alongside his cheery greeting of “Happy Christmas!”
Feeling like a proper grown up tip-toeing into my child’s room on Christmas eve with you-know-what for the first time.
Sam and I being hugely excited to watch Arlo experience Christmas with a lot more understanding of the event than he had last year.
Arlo thanking ‘Farmer Christmas’ for his stocking.
All the amazing things we have received as a result of this blog and have treated as early Christmas presents – Arlo’s Toyologist reviews and mini micro scooter, Sam’s new suit and ‘man-over’ courtesy of M&S. And all the thoughtful gifts we received from family.
Maximising our time with family. Pre-Christmas we had two lovely days in Cheltenham with Sam’s side (although his grandad who was the main reason for our visit was in hospital for our stay, which was not so good). We had a full day with my mum this time which was an improvement on last year when she was in a&e for the majority of our day with my side of the family.
The wonders of modern technology and a talking toddler. Arlo was able to have a Skype conversation with my dad (who he hasn’t met yet).
Arlo’s innocence at being happy with the thought that his stocking contained just one gift. We had to call him back several times to tell him to look inside again.
An impromptu lunch date for Sam and I on Christmas Eve, our last date was 7 months ago so that was a really nice few hours and definitely felt like a bit of a treat.
Baby 2 literally kicking me out of my self-indulgent thoughts as I started to feel those first proper movements.
A few months ago all I wanted was to be pregnant. I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else ever again. I’m kind of ashamed to admit that a couple of photos on Instagram almost made me forget that and start questioning my idea of extravagance against other people’s. But it’s important to re-remember the good things in life, and I know I went through a similar thought process last year too, so I’ve written this so I can remind myself whenever I feel like I’m being a dick about Christmas.
Baby two at 19 weeks: