Mama....move. I can't see the T.V.

Pig on a spit.

That's what the children at Nina's preschool call this particular pose. Made me laugh, technically it's called the "monkey pose"or something like that but "pig on a spit" is quite funny.

Two/ three weeks left and the bean has started to play havoc with my pelvis resulting in difficulty getting out of bed, chairs and the car. It can hurt too. I'm also feeling fairly humongous and while I can't wait to meet the bean face to face, the whole idea of having to get the bean out is starting to worry me. It's easy forget labour when you have a lovely shiny pink baby in your arms. It's the days before the arrival of that lovely shiny pink baby that get a bit scary but not a lot to be done about it.

I'd like to be able to get back into normal clothes, have more then one cup of coffee without a guilt trip and enjoy an alcoholic beverage. Of course none of that will be happening too soon, even after the bean arrives but at least I'll be that little bit closer.

 

Aimee in motion...

Aimee has never been one to sit still for any length of time. Unless Binkie is in need of a cuddle.

Even when she looks like she is sitting quietly she isn't, just the camera isn't fast enough for her.

"How about a nice picture with your Mama, Aimee?"

I was wrong, Binkie and books make Aimee sit still. She LOVES her books, has no intention of learning to read but will always have a few books in her bag for someone else to read to her.

She also loves puzzles, of any kind.

And if she sat still I wouldn't have to shovel food in her mouth while she does laps of the room.

She's also pretty funny, in a Japanese sense. I blame that particular trait on her partner in crime, her Dad. They have the same sense of humour and I don't get it.

As for buttons........don't get me started on buttons. She always has to do them herself.....slowly.

Lovely pics by Nami chan of course, taken before I became a shuffling lump on legs.

Christmas Day

No surprises here. The bird which fed 7 and then did Turkey curry on day two and Turkey soup on day 3.

I have to say I was happy to see the last of it.

I even did a starter.

Nina, Aimee and Aina had a pink champagne (sparkly grape juice) toast.

After dinner Nina got all dressed up in her "Suite PuriCure" super heroine's outfit. She's something else heh? Aimee got the same in blue but so far has been too embarrassed to wear it. Go figure.

Aimee watched some t.v. from her favourite seat.

Until things got a bit scary (The Polar Express does have it's scary bits).

Nina finally got out of her super heroine outfit to do some reading.

Apparently she needed her sunglasses for that.

Nami was taking the photos as usual because I was sitting around rubbing my tummy. I ate too much and the bean was making sure I knew how put out she was with the sudden lack of space.

Meanwhile, my lovely husband was doing this.

Aina and her Mama, Andromeda. They just loved the Brussels Sprouts!! Apparently they don't have those in Romania, or America or Australia. Which makes me ask, where did Brussels Sprouts come from and why, why are they a Christmas staple?

Binkie was there to celebrate too. We didn't leave him out.

The ladies watching the telly at some point during the day.

It was a lovely Christmas. I was very grateful to have friends and family around. Nothing majorly exciting apart from a large pot of mulled wine, well boiled, so I had a little. I'd like to thank Marks & Sparks for the pair's Christmas day dresses and Santa for the awful "Puricure " outfit. I know he had no choice but to buy it, his back was against the wall. At least he managed to find it at a bargain on line, especially as he had to buy two and especially as one of the outfits has yet to be worn.

 

 

Santa's Galore

After dinner yesterday myself and Adromeda took the girls to a Christmas Party across the road. It was great fun. Masa stayed home and made sure the Xbox was still working and poor Nami did the dishes.

The girls all got a small present from Santa at the end.

That's him below.

Aimee has already met a Japanese Santa (not impressed) and a Lady Santa (her mother and she was so not impressed) and then this Santa. I told her out there was only one real Santa and he didn't have time to go and meet all the children so the others were all fakes.

She was happy with that explanation.

Aina, Nina and Aimee watching the concert.

Some of the children did a bell medley. It was lovely.

I will post more, when I get the use of my legs back. To say I am shattered after yesterday is an understatement. I was so tired last night I couldn't sleep but everything went really well and while I missed my family I was very grateful to have Andromeda, Nami, Masa and three incredibly loud little girls for company.

Belated Christmas Greetings to all.

Richard Parker

We don't have a pet. Not allowed. But William and Jenny in Ballingarry have a gorgeous tabby called Richard Parker. Richard Parker was enough for my pair. After a few weeks in Ireland chasing Richard Parker and being chased by Richard Parker, they got over the whole "can we have a pet" thingy.

When we were in Ireland, Richard Parker was this cute little fluff ball.

Now he looks like this.

And this.

He's still gorgeous but the cute and fluffy phase is obviously over.

I was showing the pair the pictures today.

Nina         Who's that?

Me            That's Richard Parker.

Nina        That's not Richard Parker. Richard Parker is small.

Aimee      It's a lion.

Me           It's not a lion, Richard Parker got big.

Aimee    Would he eat you?

Me          Not that big Aimee.

Nina      What does he do now?

Me         Same as he did when we knew him. Eats, sleeps and skids around the house. Apparently he has a thing for launching himself into the Christmas tree.

Nina        What does "launching" mean.

Me           "Throwing" himself into the Christmas tree.

Nina        Like Aimee?

Me           That was an accident Nina.

I have a feeling if I took the pair to Will's and Jenny's house now they wouldn't get past the front door.

I'd love a cat.

I'd call it something cool too.

Richard Parker and my Masa would probably get on very well. They obviously both have a thing for crime documentaries.

Or else maybe he just saw himself.

(Thanks for the pictures Will)

 

Peanut butter oatmeal chocolate chip cookies

And a very chocolate-y Aimee.