We had a fabulous Christmas.
I set my mind to it, and made it happen.
There were speedbumps to this fabulosity (is that a word?). There were bound to be - 10 days with the in-laws, a week with my mum, and five seperate flights with a baby, luggage, stroller and portacot in tow. Mixing relatives, especially some as whacky as mine, is always fraught with risk.
I carefully ignored all the problems.
Instead I focused on the good stuff. Trips to the zoo. Trips to the beach. Trips to the park. Shopping. Christmas cake and chocolate. Trips to see Santa.
This was the only photo where Santa had his eyes open and Baby was looking towards the camera. And is this is the best, you can imagine the worst....
I think she looks like a little boy.
Perhaps this should be the Official 2009 Accidental Family Christmas Image instead.
It's very fitting, gracefully capturing the moment of Baby dragging every last thing out of my purse.
I love it!