Baby's 1st Christmas

It's Christmas morning. Baby's 1st Christmas. The cameras are at the ready, the Flip recorder is rolling. And The Poobah... slept.

And slept.

And slept.

We opened the gifts without her. Ostensibly because Emlyn is only 4 and couldn't wait. But at least in part, too, because we are practical adults who realize that it's much easier to get down to business when there's not a baby in your lap. A baby who, let's face it, doesn't much care at this age about the whole celebration.

So we had our coffee in peace, and oohed and ahed over Remi's gifts on her behalf. And later, we took her out to see Christmas lights, which were, after all, far more her speed. She thought they were pretty fascinating. She also thought Emlyn was pretty fascinating: someone closer to her size, who acted silly and did a chicken dance and fell to the floor repeatedly. Behaviour worthy of quite a few giggles -- the sight and sound of which was probably the best gift of all.