Here we are on the first day of a new year. Mr C is back to work tomorrow, Master C back to nursery and I think it’s therefore time to say that Christmas 2014 is over. The last ten days seem to have vanished in a bit of a whirlwind, but I think it fair to say we had a good Christmas. The emergency dentist appointment for me and both kids being at the GPs on the Monday and Tuesday of Christmas week made me wonder if we were going to be a house full of sick people for the big day itself, but luckily I think we dodged a bullet there.
We just had my mum staying with us for Christmas itself and the build up with two excited children included a lovely hour or so wandering round the local church’s Christmas tree festival, and a late Christmas Eve trip to see the nearby house that gets covered in lights every year to raise money for charity. When the big day arrived both children were beyond excited and it really was lovely to see.
Gifts were opened, toys played with (favourites seemed to be a School Set for Little Miss C and a wooden Lidl Car Park for Master C) and the first ever full Christmas dinner that I’ve cooked was also a success (even if we did discover the red cabbage still sat in the microwave, uncooked, two hours later!). I even managed to get the time to watch the Queen’s speech and then fall asleep in front of the TV afterwards.
Boxing Day saw us wave goodbye to my mum (briefly) and head up to Leicestershire for an annual gathering of all my husband’s family. We’d seen the weather forecast talk of some snow later that night, but it was coming from the west and we were planning to head east that night (to my mum’s in Nottinghamshire) so we weren’t too concerned. As various people popped outside as the afternoon progressed there was a report of sleet at one point and then the shout went up “it’s snowing!” No exaggeration at all there were snowflakes the size of your fist!
The drive to Nottinghamshire that night was hairy to say the least. There were blizzard like conditions the whole way and it was pretty much impossible to see where the edge of the road was as we drove. A 60 mile journey ended up taking just under three hours, but most importantly we all arrived safely. To the kids though the magic of snow at Christmas just brought their excitement up another level.
Luckily the snow stuck around for the whole time we were at my mum’s and Little Miss C finally got to ask the question she’s been rehearsing since she first saw Frozen “Do you wanna build a snowman?”
Snowman built there was no doubt what the kids’ Christmas highlight was!