How is it all-of-a-suddenly December? The last time I looked, it was September. I had signed up to a handful of Christmas markets, and I was losing sleep because my four-month-old baby hadn't figured out sleeping through the night.
Since then, we were invited to take part in many, many more Christmas markets and we took every opportunity. We traveled, we acquired a gazebo for outdoor markets, we made bunting.
We made a lot lot more soap. We cut hundreds of little brown packages out of brown paper, we tied them up with strings and tags, and we sent them out into the world. In fact, we're still doing that. Only now, I'm staying up late to mix soap after the kids have gone to bed, we're packaging soaps up until the night before an event, and I'm still losing sleep because the baby (now nearly seven months old) has decided that he needs to eat every two hours - even at night-time. He's a hungry and growing bubba.
And yet. Still marvelous. Both children are. Isla has begun to string sentences together. They're becoming more complex, more intricate - yes, mummy. Mine, mummy. Mine bath time, mummy, Isla turn the tap on. Water. Isla's Christmas tree, mummy, with jingle bells. Look mummy.
I'm looking forward to Christmas, and especially to a little soap break over the festive season once all of the Christmas markets are over. We have two more left on our calendar, and then all of our UK-based relatives will descend upon Southend-on-Sea to take part in the festivities we have planned. Christmas - the lights, the presents, the food, the family - is simply wonderful when there's a toddler around to make you appreciate it even more.
Since then, we were invited to take part in many, many more Christmas markets and we took every opportunity. We traveled, we acquired a gazebo for outdoor markets, we made bunting.
We made a lot lot more soap. We cut hundreds of little brown packages out of brown paper, we tied them up with strings and tags, and we sent them out into the world. In fact, we're still doing that. Only now, I'm staying up late to mix soap after the kids have gone to bed, we're packaging soaps up until the night before an event, and I'm still losing sleep because the baby (now nearly seven months old) has decided that he needs to eat every two hours - even at night-time. He's a hungry and growing bubba.
And yet. Still marvelous. Both children are. Isla has begun to string sentences together. They're becoming more complex, more intricate - yes, mummy. Mine, mummy. Mine bath time, mummy, Isla turn the tap on. Water. Isla's Christmas tree, mummy, with jingle bells. Look mummy.
I'm looking forward to Christmas, and especially to a little soap break over the festive season once all of the Christmas markets are over. We have two more left on our calendar, and then all of our UK-based relatives will descend upon Southend-on-Sea to take part in the festivities we have planned. Christmas - the lights, the presents, the food, the family - is simply wonderful when there's a toddler around to make you appreciate it even more.
