I'm ScooterShell, wife of the Big Fella, and Mummy to the Little Big Fella. We live in a small, semi-outback town in central Queensland, Australia and we love it here! This blog helps me keep friends and family up-to-date with what's happening (I'm notoriously bad at long-distance relationships), and is where I explore some of the deeper thoughts about life. I hope you enjoy it!
Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Isn't this supposed to be fun?
I've had a rather... hormonal couple of days. Unfortunately it combined with lack of sleep, a bit of hot weather, a 3 and a half year old who has a bit of an attitude, and a husband who's been working hard and wants to relax (fair enough really!). I guess what I'm trying to say is, my poor Fellas have had to put up with one cranky woman this week!
In the midst of this cranky storm I've been trying to do some Christmas preparation because of the strong possibility of heading back to our old town for a week or two to help out my sister, who's just had an operation (nothing major - just no heavy lifting, driving etc).
A couple of evenings ago I decided to try to put up our new outdoor lights. I LOVE Christmas lights and this is the first time we've had any, other than on the Christmas tree. So I went out in the late afternoon shade and the Little Big Fella decided to "help" me. Out comes Mrs Moody and ruins it for everyone! There was cranking and growling and frustration when things didn't go right.
The next day we decided to bake some Christmas cookies. The Little Big Fella and I have cooked a bit together and normally it works out pretty well. But not this time! This time I was using a new recipe, the kitchen wasn't set up to make it easy and the Little Big Fella's propensity to ignore instructions caused it to be way more stressful than fun.
And I thought to myself, "isn't this supposed to be fun? Isn't the idea of doing these Christmas-y things supposed to be building our relationship and giving him wonderful memories?" And I felt like Christmas this year was ruined before it had even begun.
Thankfully I didn't write this post on that day! It would have been morbid and depressing and whingey and complaint-filled. Bleuch!
But the next day the hormone storm passed and we decided to put up the Christmas tree together. Last year the Little Big Fella and his older cousin did all the decorating of our tree (well, up to as high as they could reach anyway!) and we had a really fun time. Thankfully this year still had some of that joy :-)
We found the Christmas tree in the back shed, and the boxes of decorations. I put the tree together and then the lights on it then we both put the "balls" on, while listening to Michael Bublé crooning some of my favourite Christmas carols.
The Little Big Fella decided he should "swim" under the tree and find the presents! (Such amazing imagination!) Most of the "presents" were lights for the tree :-D
Oh! And while I was putting the tree together, I heard a voice behind me.
"Guess who I am!"
I turn around to this:
"No I'm not! I'm (the Little Big Fella)!"
Unlike last year, the decorations were put over the whole tree, but the Little Big Fella just couldn't get the idea of each branch having a bauble, so some missed out while others got several :-)
The finished product! Lovely and bright and full. It's at the front window so people going past might see it, and it's also at the end of the hallway so I see it as I'm going down there from the other end of the house. It makes me smile :-)
I just realised today that I haven't got anything to put in our little advent calendar yet and I think I'd like to do it because, as well as working on our numbers, it helps to build the excitement for Christmas and means I (hopefully) won't be asked every. single. day. if it's Christmas yet :-D