We are up to 11 on our multiple advent calendars and on the whole the threat of Santa not leaving anything under the tree has proved an excellent deterrent from any bad behaviour from Scarlett. She's really into the big man in red. This week we had two big Christmas events - the Santa babies proms at the Opera House and Scarlett's pre-school Christmas party. The Baby Proms was amazing - about 100 kids in a room with a small orchestra playing lovely Christmas songs accompanied by a conductor and a singer who had all the kids up dancing. 
Spot Scarlett in the pink in the middle of this picture with her hands in the air like she just don't care. By total coincidence (as these concerts are on over several days, several times each day) our friends Julia and Amelia were both there too with their kids which was great and made it like a special Christmas outing for them all. At the Wattle Lane Christmas party it was clear that to pre-schoolers no Santa is a bad Santa, not even one with a crap white beard applied so badly it revealed the bloke's real gingery beard underneath. Florence in the meantime is on the move. Not crawling exactly but moving around. We put her on the floor and leave the room and when we return moments later, she's not in the same place. It's like she doesn't want anyone to see her technique until she's finessed it. Now well into her solids, and with two more teeth coming through at the bottom, she got into the festive spirit by tucking into a set of red foam reindeer antlers.
Spot Scarlett in the pink in the middle of this picture with her hands in the air like she just don't care. By total coincidence (as these concerts are on over several days, several times each day) our friends Julia and Amelia were both there too with their kids which was great and made it like a special Christmas outing for them all. At the Wattle Lane Christmas party it was clear that to pre-schoolers no Santa is a bad Santa, not even one with a crap white beard applied so badly it revealed the bloke's real gingery beard underneath. Florence in the meantime is on the move. Not crawling exactly but moving around. We put her on the floor and leave the room and when we return moments later, she's not in the same place. It's like she doesn't want anyone to see her technique until she's finessed it. Now well into her solids, and with two more teeth coming through at the bottom, she got into the festive spirit by tucking into a set of red foam reindeer antlers.
Yum. Rob and I nearly died this week when Scarlett wandered into the laundry to get something and then rushed out shouting 'Mum! Dad! Come and look what I've found!." We exchanged a glance and feared the worse. In our laundry is a second toilet that Scarlett has somehow never seen. It has always been the hiding place for all gifts and currently contains a doll's house (unwrapped) and many, many Christmas presents. We have spent the last week thinking we better be able to come up with something good and quick if she ever finds the door. Before I blurted out that Santa had had to deliver early this year, she came back holding a missing hat we had been looking for. Phew! Finally, it all got a bit too much for Scarlett after two events this week and she gave in to utter exhaustion. You better keep your energy levels up girl, we've still got 14 days to go, which includes a dinner out and two carol concerts.
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