I can barely believe that I’m having a rare few minutes JUST ME in the house so here’s what I’ve been up to since…well last year.
|The husband, my brother, my mum, her partner and my dad at the New Year’s Day parkrun|
Christmas day was spent at the In-Law’s house and Lime got showered with fantastic presents, amongst them a doll, a xylophone, books, clothes, a stroller (which really was an add-on after Christmas) and much more. Too much, I’d say, but because it’s so many different things (reading, playing, wearing etc) it’s not too bad and didn’t overwhelm her too much. She had a great time unwrapping her’s and other’s and even made very excited squealy sounds. 🙂 So cute.
On New Years Eve my mum arrived with her new squeeze and we settled in for a long night. (In recent years New Year’s Eve has meant long stretches of boredom with us going to bed just before midnight because it was ‚just not worth it‘. This year our hopes were high thanks to so many people being around and we weren’t disappointed, time flew by.) We prepared some food, some wine and beer and attempted some fortune telling via the medium of ‚lead pouring‘ (now, I don’t know if it is really lead but that’s the name. Find a description here). I got a rooster which means… well, actually I forgot what it meant, but I can tell you what I got New Years Eve 2009/2010: a ‚fetus‘ which means (according to the card that came with the pack) ‚You will be expecting a baby‘ or something along those lines. Yay.
|Oma and Lime dancing|
Anywho, we also went out to light some sparklers and later on watched the London Fireworks online and then toasted each other and then we all went to bed. Oh, and it was suddenly 1 January 2012 which meant:
I don’t know how to explain it, but I was dreading this number. In your twenties, you’re still ‚young‘, you still feel closer to your childhood years and you get away with stuff but with the 3-0 comes big change. Suddenly you’re an adult and you can’t or shouldn’t be seen wearing certain clothes, liking or doing certain things etc. Maybe it’s just me. 30 sounds serious. And it’s the road to 40…*sigh*
PS My favourite post-birthday present might be this new toy (and I’d just like to thank my Dad again for this. MWAH!)