The world is a lot more wondrous when you get to experience it through the eyes of your baby. A second chance to relive our firsts. Tissue paper is such a delight that taking it away from her is one of life’s greatest tragedies. Lip drops, tears fall. No need for a gift inside, let alone an expensive one.

Christmas is special again with a bub to spoil and she certainly was the life of the party at our family breakfast in the park. I hope you all had a special day filled with little people and laughter.

Nanny Annie gave Emby a beautiful knitted cardigan that she started making before she was poppy seed sized. 

Children and grandchildren dogs were part of the morning celebration. Although Charlie, my parents dog had to be sent home in disgrace for barking and general mischief. 

The Newell Family provided entertainment with their tomfoolery on the playground. Aunty Anna gave the best hugs. 

Some lovely present giving later in the day and a visit to see Emby’s great grandma Audrey. 

The beautiful warm weather had left the soil parched so we headed to the Farnham Street community garden for some watering on the way home. You know, as you do on Christmas day. 

Exhausted from the day’s hyper stimulation little babu went to bed. In her honorary place as first grandchild she was spoilt rotten with attention as she deserved. We had one last item on the agenda while she was sleeping, squeezing in my birthday celebration. A lovely chocolate cake made by my dad and a quiet happy birthday chorus from my parents and Dylan was just perfect.