The First Noel

I am so excited that it is The Boy’s first Christmas. Really over-excited. So much so that the reality may be a bit of a disappointment. He will definitely love the wrapping paper and tree ornaments more than anything else, and his ideal present would be our cats in a box, so that he could ‘stroke’ (in reality grabbing fistfuls of fur and pulling their tails) them without chasing them into a corner first. I know deep down that presents will be a waste of time, and that l should demonstrate restraint, but my inner shopoholic can’t help it. Last night l hit the (internet) shops.I am sure l can hear my bank manager sobbing, luckily he lives over 1000 miles away. If you are interested, here is what he (The Boy, not the bank manager) will be getting for Christmas.

I wish they did this in adult size, l have a Paddington Bear obsession.

He has been crawling for all of 3 weeks and now wants to be walking. Shoes it is.

 

 

 

 

Just. So. Cute. Perfect for cold toes.

 

 

 

Christmas Day outfit. ‘Nuff said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have been told quite specifically by The Husband that this is horrific and in no way am l allowed to buy it. Oppps.

Leggings were vetoed too. Duly ignored.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So our cats don’t live out their remaining lives in fear. Hopefully.

The best Christmas book ever. Fact.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the first time ever l have not bought myself a Christmas present. Well, not yet anyway. These are bookmarked, waiting for that inevitable evening when l am home alone with a glass or three of mulled wine. On reflection, I had better buy the bank manager something too….

*SWOON* I am a new addict to expensive make up. Look how pretty!

This year’s Christmas jumper? Yum.