I should explain that I 'write' to Finley, sometimes its just a scribbled notecard and sometimes its a 'real' letter, there is always so much I want to tell him about what he does, how I feel and how much I need him to know that we love him.)
Finley,
Today was your second Christmas. It would just be the three of us this year.
Your second Christmas morning, started like any other, but what you didn't know was that we were up before you...we were so excited for you to tear open the wrapping of your gifts and I think your daddy was more excited than all of us to get building with your new mega-blocks. We chatted in bed a while before we heard you stir and we realised that this may be our last Christmas as a little family of three...hoping to get you that sibling we so long for in 2012. This made your mother get emotional...don't ask me why.
When we came downstairs, you ran to a few presents under the tree, but what you didn't realize was that they were mine and not yours and you opened 2 of my gifts before you worked out that they were not for you. You got so excited when you saw the mega-blocks, you danced and stamped your feet with excitement. You began building straight away and got upset with me when I explained it was time for breakfast and we had to eat. We chatted with family on Skype and you were patient and fun when we knew all you wanted to do was go back to playing. You and your father played cars and built a robot while I cooked, and I stood at the kitchen door watching you play, and how I realised the toys had changed, there was nothing soft, nothing that was simple, nothing that rattled or was chew proof, you were no longer a baby, you were a boy. Although only 18 months old, you were looking at the intricate details of the cars, playing with each wheel individually, hiding them on the bookshelf and then pretending to 'find' them again. I was amazed by you.
By lunch time you were exhausted and wouldn't you know it we were still around 30 minutes away from our roast chicken, your mothers cooking/timing skills still need improvement. So you had a very different Christmas dinner than I wanted you to have. We watched as you shovelled Mac n Cheese into your mouth followed by a banana, What a Christmas dinner you had! You hauled yourself to the stairs and pointed up, you napped for 2 hours.
Thank you for napping so long chicken, we missed you but it was so special for us to have Christmas dinner together, you know that we just talked about you the whole time anyway.
We played all afternoon, you only tried to scale the Christmas tree the once but you did work out how to turn the lamp lights on and off and this did not make us happy...we tried to teach you a new word 'danger' and instead you just pointed at your nose and said 'no'. The evening came quicker than you could have imagined and you finally ate your Christmas dinner with 'Elf' on in the background (a special treat...don't think you can have TV with dinner all the time). You and daddy had a shower party and I hate to say it but you had a little accident on the bathroom floor...it was all too amusing for us. You cried for your bedtime milk and shuffled off to bed 30 minutes early, you played so hard today and was so happy to finally be in your crib.
We sit in the living room surrounded by all of your new toys, and as I am writing this your Father just turned to me and said "so far...my favourite Christmas" and it was my love, it was perfect.
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