Straws...

...are very tricky things.

Well Happy Christmas everyone. Hope Santa brought you everything your little hearts desired :-)

Henry has spent the day doing circuits of our ground floor on his new Razor Power Wing scooter. There isn't enough drive visible under the snow for him to use it outside! Noah has spent the day hoovering, dusting and playing with pegs. Regular readers will know that Noah pretty much eschews normal toys in favour of household hardware. Lakeland stores to Noah are like Toys R Us emporia to regular children!

I set up a family Christmas dinner shot but we all looked horribly self-conscious because we were waiting for the self timer and didn't want our Chrissy dinner to go cold!

We went for an evening walk with a fab sunset but my camera battery decided to die and I'd packed my other dead battery rather than my charged one...DUH.

So you get this...the littlest Grant, who loves to drink from a straw. When he reached thirteen months old he decided that sippy cups were just too darn babyish. It took ten minutes of great effort and hilarious eye-crossing, during which I was helpless with laughter and incapable of photography but eventually he managed it and has been perfecting his technique since. He was sixteen months old on Christmas Eve and has it pretty much sussed.

The problem with straws though is that they can be a bit uncontrollable. First you have to catch them, then suck, then call your mother to point out how utterly brilliant you are, by which time the straw has escaped and has to be recaptured. It's all extremely hard work but very entertaining to watch and much better than self-conscious family portraits.

Children all tuckered out and tucked up so now it's me, Bob and a couple of glasses of mulled wine...Merry Christmas.