It's the end of a hot, sunny, long and marvellous Gold Coast Christmas Day. Our children are asleep, after a 5.10am wake up (thank you garbage men). My early morning crankiness soon passed and we enjoyed a tremendous day, playing with side-loading garbage trucks and cement trucks, splashing in a pool, riding scooters on a golf course. We made a tiramisu to end all tiramisu. We ate Christmas pudding. I cried when I spoke to my parents and sisters on Christmas morning. My children had a genuinely fantastic time with their many cousins. Tuckered out, happy babies, it is a relief Christmas came when it did because we were all ready for it.
One last mince pie, a dollop of cream a little tipple of vin santo, and then time for a very, very welcome sleep.
Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it, and Happy Mince Pie Day to those that don't.
I'm married to a loving husband and together we are the parents of three dear little boys. There are two sausage dogs too. This is the journal of the things we do, the food we eat, the stuff I think about, and a story of the day to day. May it help me be the best wife and mama that I can possibly be.