What a Christmas, eh? It’s not quite over yet, so today’s post will be drawings of small incidences from the Christmas Days.
On the 23rd, the boyfriend’s gift came all the way from England. 5 days earlier than what they had told me. Happy dance!
On Christmas Day I was so lucky to be tackled by an evil bug. I had been dreaming about Christmas food forever and when the evening finally arrived, I couldn’t get it down. Yes, I’m dying in this picture, thank you for asking.
But we did manage to get a picture of everybody on Christmas Eve:
On the 25th, we celebrated with even more food and more family members. I still wasn’t feeling well, but little Emma couldn’t care less. She made sure we both got covered in chocolate:
Did you have a lovely Christmas Eve and/or Morning?
Snowmen and elves,
Den really got me, didn’t he? My heart started beating faster from all the love when I read his surprise post, and when I got to the comments my heart exploded with all the love you’d sent my way (on our Facebook page and my Twitter as well!). Thank you all veryvery much!
My 25th birthday was the best (and lasted 25 hours, because of Daylight Saving Time!). I was surrounded by family and loved ones (and cake!) who did everything they could to make my day even more special. They showered me with gifts, it was almost too much for me to handle. I couldn’t stop screaming from the top of my voice: “SCORE!” every time I opened one. Some things never changed.
One of my gifts was a stool. The stool is very special. It spins:I was occupied for the rest of the day.
There are just something about birthdays, aren’t there? When it comes to birthdays I’m never going to grow up. Even my gifts proves this fact; last year I was dragged into a toy store where my friend bought me a nerf gun. Okay, I wasn’t dragged. He was.
I tend to get more excited about other people’s birthdays than my own, really (everybody that knows me reading along, shush!). It was my bf’s birthday Monday and I got him way too many presents. With my excitement and eagerness about his birthday (more than he’s ever been himself), I ended up giving him all of the gifts on his dinner plate in front of our family when we celebrated on Saturday, two days before his real birthday.He was overwhelmed by all the love and presents he received from all of us. It made me warm inside. Don’t you just love giving gifts?
Happy birthday, baby.
P.S. The drawing is misleading. He received seven gifts, not six.