Well the children have been thoroughly spoiled and I am so so grateful.
Firstly, it seems Santa got a tad confused and left presents in two places:
The kids were gobsmacked, and TT loved her “pin-gin” paper πππ
The Big Man listens you know ππ€£
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But why all this play food and sets you wonder? Because someone dropped a line to him on what her “main” present was going to be:
(Can I admit that I’m more than slightly jealous? ππ€£)
She has spent all day playing with it, with various play foods. I have extracted her lunch pizza from a pot on the hob, and most play foods have ended up in the freezer compartment!
Not to be outdone, #1 Son has completed construction of his main Lego set:
Even without the stickers he appears as pleased as Punch.
Tomorrow TT turns two. Tonight is therefore the last night for her in her cot.
Tomorrow she gets her first “Big Girl” bed.
Part of me is really sad about this. But she’s growing up. She’s not a baby anymore.