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Christmas Eve

Today has been great. I honestly didn't think I would be at home this Christmas so I'm feeling extra specially blessed and happy that I am. 

Every year we go bowling with some close friends and their children and this year 2 of the kids beat 2 of the adults- think the bumpers might need to come off next year to make it a fair game!

Every year we take a picture of their feet in the bowling shoes... Here's the offering for 2013:



Because of my infected Hickman line I had to bowl using my left hand and to be honest I was no better- or worse- than I am normally. 

Despite being unable to enjoy a tipple this year I thought I would get into the Christmas spirit and wore my Santa leggings. 


After that we went to Mass at the children's school where big girl played Mary in the nativity and big fella was King 1. 

We came home to get our pjs on and put out our tray of offerings for Father Christmas before snuggling down to watch The Snowman and The Snowman & the Snowdog. 



These moments with the kids are precious and filled with magic and wonder and I thank God every day that I am at home to be part of it. 

I have started my TPN early tonight so that I can disconnect early tomorrow morning. I don't want anyone tripping on my wires while they're in the throes of ripping wrapping paper off. 

Anyway, I thought I would share with you some quotes from today that have cracked me up:

Big girl:  Father Christmas wore green until he was sponsored by Coca Cola.

Big fella's friend:  If you're not asleep when Father Christmas comes he sends an elf to bash you over the head and knock you out. 

Me:  Do you think we will still be going bowling on Xmas eve in 10 years time? 
Friend:  Yes we will but the kids will prob be in the pub!

Big Fella:  We have to leave a whole bottle of iron bru out for Father Christmas- Grandad said he loves it and will drink it all. 

Merry Christmas. Have a good one!

NB x 
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