Father Christmas

We headed into town this am to visit Father Christmas in his grotto, C is not a big fan of him shall we say and didn't really want to come in or talk to him. After some persuasion he did but hid behind the bench we were sitting on before being encouraged to sit with us for a photo. R on the other hand was intrigued by Father Xmas staring at him and wanting to feel his furry sleeve! You can never work children out!

After lunch out and tensions starting to run a bit high, we headed out for a big walk, scoot and general calm down! Park visit and R gave this brilliant big smile showing off her 4 (yes 4 poor thing!) new teeth. The front 2 are really coming through now. So all Rosie wants for Christmas is indeed her 2 front teeth - and there they are!!