Friday, January 02, 2009

Christmas highlights

So a belated Happy New Year to one and all from one of the internationally renowned New Year party cities... where we stayed home and watched a hilariously poor movie before retiring at a sensible hour.

Highlights from the seasonal period...

When fibs are Good

The morning after the tree went up, Tom woke up shortly after 5am, convinced it was Christmas. Bad enough as this was, we had had a particularly late night that had left us all 'tired and emotional'. Nik resolved to combat a similar occurrence following on Christmas Day. So we got tardy with the advent candle and Tom cheerfully retired on Christmas Eve thinking there were two more sleeps 'til Christmas.

He woke up at 8am on Christmas morning to refreshed and recently caffeinated parents. A win-win example of 'when its ok to bend the truth' surely?

We're all Scottish now

My office is deep in tourist Edinburgh on the Royal Mile. Popping out to the shops for useful things, such as milk or 'something for dinner' is nigh on impossible. Tartan towels, tam-o-shanters and kilts however...

Nik and Tom met me from work on Christmas Eve with the intention of picking up a last minute present or two. Having hit on a good idea that could, remarkably, be obtained from one of the plethora of tourist outlets, we wandered in. Immediately Tom announced 'I would like a kilt!'. Tom is not an unusual 4 year old in that he has a lot of needs and desires which he likes to share with us and, as you might hope, we don't readily succumb. Being an only grandchild on one side of the family coupled with a life-threatening illness makes you the subject of quite enough generosity without parents joining in.

I responded with a rather fuzzy 'I don't think this shop has any your size and, besides, Christmas is coming (no mention of 'tomorrow' note - I was fully with the program by this stage)'. I must learn to be more explicit.

The enterprising shopkeeper overheard, of course, and quickly proved Daddy to be talking nonsense by revealing the range of cut-price children's kilts. Anyway... I challenge you to resist temptation when you know how cute and ripe with comedy potential the result is going to be.

Tom wore his kilt all Christmas day, removing it only to don his much-requested 'supersuit' for about 5 minutes. I think he found it quite liberating.

And yes, there are some stitches to take out so that it hangs properly. We have mothers so we have been told of our gross error.

And finally...

We have a clear case of parent favoritism going on at the moment. Undeserved of course. Tom finds me irresistible and I am his very best friend - to the exclusion of mummy in quite harsh terms. Mummy who does most of the fretting, looking after and day-to-day mundane stuff. It all counts for nothing when party daddy is available.

The cruelest line thus far - 'I love all of daddy, I only love mummy's face.'


John said...

Lovely - Tom goes native! Thanks for sharing, happy new year to you all.

Jennifer said...

The "we have mothers" comment made me laugh out loud, since I, of course, have mothers of my own. Tom looks awesome in his kilt! My grandfather was a Douglas and I am a huge fan of Douglas tartan...I wonder if I could persuade my teenage son to put on a kilt?
I'm glad your Christmas was a merry one! I hope your new year is wonderful!

David said...

Really enjoyed your post, and wish you all a Happy New Year.

Kind Regards,


Anonymous said...

What a fun post this was to read, except the part about "I only love mummy's face"...sorry Nik, but I'm sure it will pass! Darling picture of Tom in his kilt! Happy New Year in your new home.

Katie-Louise's Cochlear Implant Blog said...

aw, haha,

glad xmas was good.

A happy New year to you, tom and family.


Anonymous said...

Your son is adorable.

My son had pneumococcal meningitis in June 2006 at the age of 4 months and became profoundly deaf. He is the youngest of my 4 children. At eight months he got bilateral implants. He is also doing well.

thanks so much for sharing Tom's story.....