This time of year is challenging. We should be putting up three Christmas stockings, but we are determined to find the joy in the one.
Again, thanks to the lovely Kate, we had to cut Inigo’s last day of preschool short to take him to the Doctor Who Symphony Spectacular. It was spectacularly awesome!
We also were sitting right beside Alex Kingston as she met a man (whose name escapes me now) who had worked on the original series in London back in the day – he had come to the show for one night only, and we were there for the meeting. I almost got a picture of Inigo with River Song, but I thought it was a bit rude to ask when she was about to go outside to sign autographs for the faithful to have her molested inside the house as well, but Inigo did give her a big smile and get a little pat.
And he just crawled into bed three hours after bedtime. Tomorrow will be tough!
Our Saturday ikea trip was to pick up this rocking bookshelf that we have been waiting to buy since he got his bed three years ago! Nanna and Gonad bought it for his birthday present, Mark and I built it in Saturday night, relatively painlessly.
We are going to completely rearrange his bedroom, but in the meantime, he’s loving the new easy access to his books without even having to get out of bed. Kid heaven for a bookworm!
Standardised Numerical Grade 74
I should be thrilled.
To make up for a dearth of pictures recently, I am making up for lost time!
Lunch is more exciting in a new lunchbox with tiny compartments!
It even comes with it’s own carry bag in school colours!
On the rivercat with mama. Kate kindly arranged for us to see The Baby Proms Christmas show, so we went in to have brunch with Tina and Cadel who were in town briefly. Amazingly, Kate was able to get them in to the show too, and an amazing time was had by all. Inigo and Mr C. got on like a house on fire, which is lovely, since their mamas have been friends since we were both pregnant with them 🙂
On the rivercat with daddy.
Waiting at the stage door after charming security.
A pre show dance.
Meeting the cellist.
A running race of one.
Our gorgeous graduate.