Rosie’s first Christmas day was lovely. She did better than either of us in the present department, and gifts arrived from all over the place for her.Some she clearly approved of, but seemed less than impressed by others.
Watching up unwrap her first present (or fiddle with the paper to be more accurate) was great. I think she was more interested in the wrapping than what was inside though.
Is it a shoe? Is it a sock? These delightful new (well, second hand actually-thanks Heather!) additions to Rosie’s wardrobe are a shoe wannabe. Stylish or what? She has four different colours, so prepare to see them being sported in many an upcoming posing session.This was the other day in the local Jusco Mall, doing a last minute Christmas shop.
Christmas is around the corner, and Rosie had her indoctrination into the spirit of Christmas by visiting Harrods KL last weekend. She learnt what Christmas is all about; twinkling lights, expensive gift items and food.
She especially liked the Harrods teddy bears. Unfortunately they cost more than a month’s salary, and she was unwilling to go without milk for a month (or even a few hours) so the bear will have to wait until I make country director next year.
We have our tree set up at home now, and Rosie is delighted to watch it blink and flash before sitting down to her first breakfast at 7am (second breakfast – in the manner of hobbits and their love of second breakfast takes place at 10.30am)
Christmas is round the corner, and Rosie has been getting into the spirit by wearing her new Santa headband as much as possible. In the meantime, the usual Christmas battle is taking place with me wanting to make the house look like a grotto, and Katrin wanting something more tasteful. I nearly bought two musical santas (one playing the saxophone and one playing the piano) in Sungai Wang yesterday, but opted for two sets of flashing lights and a jewel incrusted boot with attached Santa instead.I just know Rosie will love them.
We are going to KLCC this afternoon, to show Rosie the Gingerbread house display in the concourse, and take some Christmas photos, so I will post those later.
Although Doctor Patrick advised us to wait until Rosie is 21 until she goes in the water, and we have followed all of his other recommendations to the letter, we went with the midwife on this one, and headed for the pool last Sunday. I think the doctor is worried about germs. The sheer volume of other tiny babies that frolic in our pool made it irresistible. The midwife saying that Rosie is ‘slightly over her ideal weight’ and may lose some plumpness in the pool sealed the deal.
November 24th seems to come round remarkably quickly these days. The years are flying by, and pretty soon I will be 40!
Here are me and Rosie trying to put a brave face on it. (It was only 7.45 in the morning by the way!)
Rosie bought me a delightful cheese cake, with her own money. And Katrin bought me a pipe. Lovely. Cake and pipe.