Greetings!...

I hope you're all enjoying the holiday season, and had a luverly crimble.

We went to Snowdonia with Dave's parents, which was reet gradely, stayed in a beautiful 18th century cottage, with open fire. Just what the doctor ordered. Except Dave was still on Oz time, and barely slept, and the beds that we were in where the tiniest, lumpiest things ever... but, c'est la vie.

We spotted Kendal's first tooth on Xmas eve - I was un-necessarily excited by it (I know, not like me at all), and the little blighter said 'Dada' on Boxing Day, while we were on the Ffestiniog Railway. Grr... I go through all kinds of trauma for him, have him to myself for a month while 'im indoors is in Oz, and how does he repay me? By saying 'Dada' before he says 'Mama'. :o)

While Dave was away, I bought Kendal a (cold water) fish tank - I haven't stocked it yet, but have put the gravel and plants in, set the filter up, and conditioned the water - will probably go out today or tomorrow to get him some gold fish. I've positioned it near his high-chair, where he spends a fair amount of time, while I'm pottering about the kitchen, and he loves it already - there's a 'sunken galleon' in it that has all kinds of crazy fibre optic lights to keep the little 'un amused (he LOVES lights).

And that was about the most exciting thing to have happened over the last couple of weeks.

Apart from the fact that on Xmas Night, I stood up from the sofa to go and get a drink (while completely sobre), and got tangled in my PJ bottoms, went sprawling across the floor, and simultaneously landed on my knee, wrist and ankle. No bruises, but lots of aches and pains. Thankfully, the family were very supportive, and didn't laugh until I did (after I'd cried and wailed for a bit).