As mentioned previously, Peter and I went nowhere this holiday. It was the first Christmas in ten years that I haven’t travelled and it was wonderful. Instead, our family came to us and we got to enjoy this amazing bit of the world we call home.
It looked like this:
Our Christmas tree.
Christmas Eve morning. I had to work but Peter and I got up early to exchange stockings and eat cinnamon knots in front of the roaring (Netflix) fire.
Christmas Eve snuggles with Bella.
Christmas morning with Peter’s family.
Christmas Day swim.
Feeding ducks outside our house.
Fishing off the local pier.
Dinosaurs storming the castle. (6 is an awesome age!)
New Year’s Eve.
Stories by the fire. Well, one story, really. Conservative estimate: I read “Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus” 143 times this week.
New Year’s Day, watching a sea plane land in Porpoise Bay.
A New Year’s Day game of hide-and-seek got pretty intense. And dusty. My big brother wins for cramming himself into a kitchen cupboard.