OUR FIRST CHRISTMAS
Three seems to be the magical number for this past festive season. We had three beautiful (very different) Christmas trees, and we were lucky enough to get to celebrate three very loving Christmases as well. Funny enough just reading a few other bloggers they seem to have had their own three Christmases too. I told Mr P the universe was trying to tell us maybe three children really is the magical number too. He didn’t buy it.
While Christmas can be hard for me being so far away from my own family this year it definitely be one I will remember forever for numerous reasons. It was the first time I have ever cooked a turkey and hosted a Christmas dinner at my own house. It was the first Christmas that the kids really “got” Santa or at least “got” how to rip open Christmas presents. We had a magical Elf that Buba quickly named, Roma, come live with us over the festive period and the kids really got into finding him each morning with that Christmas twinkle in their eye, a first for sure. Most importantly it was the first Christmas I didn’t have an ache in my heart. Not that I didn’t miss my own family and culture on such a magical day but I think having my own kids to make new memories with has helped me not be so homesick anymore especially during the holidays. We were even lucky enough to have Christmas dinner with one of our favorite family friends with Mr. and Mrs. Butwhymummywhy which made this year even more special for us and the kids.
So here I share with you our three beautiful, amazing Christmases. Apologies ahead of time these all were taken with my iPhone as I promised to take time off at Christmas and it meant not only was the laptop tucked away so was my big camera. Won’t happen next year but it was nice to sit back and enjoy it all for once.
I have seen dozen of staged Christmas mornings on Instagram, here is what really happens when two toddlers rip open presents on Christmas morning. It’s not even fully daylight to get a great capture and there is wrapping paper everywhere amongst the new toys.
OUR SECOND CHRISTMAS
We were absolutely spoiled at Morgana’s. We all have been friends for years as our husbands work together and the dynamic between our two families is amazing. We all get along so well. There may have even been some amazing first dances between Noo and Buba. Too cute and I only wish that my photos weren’t a blur of them spinning each other to show you. It was the best Christmas evening ever. The food display was brilliant. The kids were all singing and dancing to Frozen (and maybe just maybe Morgana and I joined them). We put the kids to bed and it was adult time. Drinks were poured and games commenced. We stayed over and it was great to wake the next morning for my very own birthday with friends all around me, even if we had to dash home to put Mr P back to bed! Some people can’t hack a good night in! wink wink
After a visit to the emergency room Christmas morning, like you do, for Buba’s eyes, we were finally calmed down enough to enjoy Christmas fully.
I took a beautiful photo of Morgana’s girls at the table and after 200 shots of my own two refusing to look at me at the same time or refusing to stop moving their arms in front of them causing blurring photos I gave up. They looked so little sat at the big kid’s table this Christmas. I kept saying all month long how old and big they seem to have grown but I sat there looking over at them and they still looked very much like my two little babies.
Morgana’s new chalk painted table is amazing. I have dining room table envy for sure. I can’t wait till my kids are a tab bit older and I can get a new dining room table for us. She had it displayed beautifully with Christmas dinner and all our names written in chalk. It was stunning.
OUR THIRD CHRISTMAS
Our third and final celebrations was at Granny’s house. We didn’t have a full Christmas dinner but it’s a tradition to go to her house during the holidays and just be mesmerized by her beautiful decorations. Her tree is one to envy, my iPhone photos really don’t do it justice. The kids were even in awe of it. I realized looking at this photo of them how much Missy Moo looks like her Granny! They have the exact same facial structure, I see it more and more everyday. Poor Buba still had one swollen eye shut bless him but he enjoyed Christmas despite it, such a trooper.
I sat on the couch at Granny’s watching the kids play with the tree, looking at Missy Moo’s new curls at the back of her neck and I felt spoiled. I felt loved. I know that the kids felt like this Christmas was magical which made me happy. They had the Christmas twinkle in their eyes just like their Momma.
This Christmas and our three Christmas celebrations have been amazing. We have done something different every year for the holidays and I am sure as an expat we will continue to do something different but I know that I will have a great one each year because I have my own amazing family to share it with, no matter where we are in the world.