Dyson Hand Dryer Please

We don't really know what Sav wants for Christmas.

She "wrote" a private note to Santa with her secret list and isn't willing to divulge.

The one thing she does ask for consistently is a Dyson hand dryer like the one in the loos at her favourite cafe. She does the demo for you too - how you put the hands in the powerful slot and count to five before removing amazingly dry hands.

Poor (strange) kid.

Cause Nonno is Coming to Town...

Great to have Nonno and Tilley up for the weekend. We missed our Kendal weekend and the weather was still touch and go so we're lucky he came through.

Mhari joined in on the fun and helped do a charity toy clear out to make room for Auntie Andrea's goodies and Sav's Santa aspirations for next weekend.

Pre Holiday Cheer

Enjoying the days in the lead up to Christmas. Fresh snow on its way and only one more week of nursery/work until the big day.

Three caterpillars and three stockings...for now (but it could be mid Jan before the next addition to the family arrives....ahhhhh).

At first, Savvy wanted one of the Santa stockings. Then she realised that size does matter, and has opted for the love hearts. Sensible girl.

The Beast

Three weeks to go and all the clichés are in action...

Officially as deep from belly button to back as I am wide hip to hip - a full circle. This means I can choose whether I go through narrow spaces head on or sideways.

Insomnia at night coupled with fatigue in the day, acid reflux, a million loo breaks, swollen feet, sore back, violent kicks and punches from the beast, general grumpiness...
Smile in above photo is clearly a fake.

I'm Not Talking To You Anymore

Mega and I are now frequently being given the silent treatment by our three year old, usually when she's being asked to help clean up or get ready for bed etc - "I'm NOT talking to you anymore". For someone who chats basically non stop (and now sings out of tune Christmas carols all of the time), the torture is for Savvy and not for Mom and Dad. We hope it's a while before she figures this out...

Freezing Fog...and a bit of swimming proof...

Stirling Castle looms

Sticky snow. Rubbish sledging.

Yes, I have style

She Can Swim

We are gutted not to have been able to go to Kendal this weekend for an early Christmas hello. With the dodgy weather, it was just too tricky to tackle the roads.

On the plus, Sav wore her "I love Jessie" shirt all weekend and we got to go swimming as a family.

I haven't been in the water with Sav in over a month. I knew her lessons were going well and that following the lesson formalities she has a 2 hour fun session with Dob in the pool. But I hadn't appreciated the transformation.

I was carefully climbing down the ladder to position myself so I could catch Sav on her first jump in, but she angled herself away from me, took a massive plunge, stayed under for a few seconds, bounced back up like Tigger and swam off. It was ridiculous. I am still in shock. When she saw my face, she was so chuffed with herself. Beaming broader than her purple goggles.

All credit to Mega and his major time investment.