A Humdrum Mum

My dear Elf turned 6 earlier this week. Happy Birthday to you.

I don't just mean one who has a strop because he didn't get his own way. I mean one who gets sooo angry when falsely accused of something. Elf was involved in a fight at after-school club yesterday; we were assured he didn't start it. Oh well that's ok then! 

The nursery gang. I am the one in the front middle with a wetsuit and surfboard. There was a random fancy dress theme, and a Your Regional Dress theme. I am Cornish therefore I came as a surfer. We had: top left-right - Scottish kilt wearer (rumoured to have nothing under but we were too scared to check); Inspector Clouseau (looking for a bum); Queen Victoria; Henry Ramsbottom, Lancashire Pirate and bottom left-right - Cruella de Vil (she said their dog was at a sleepover, but she had a new spotty collar to her suit...); Harry Hill; Surf "babe"; The Only Way is Essex and From the 60s. Wishing all readers health and happiness for 2012.

G is for Gosh , what a silly idea it was to pledge a post a day of the A-Z of A Humdrum Christmas. H is for Hell , I won't promise that again. I is for Idiot . Me. J is for Just one post over Christmas would have sufficed. K is for Kicking myself. L is for Let me start anew in 2012. M is for Me . N is for New Year's resolutions. O is for Only going to make 3 resolutions. P is for Pay more attention to myself. Q is for Queen . Treat myself like one. R is for Run more. S is for Stress , as in have less of it. T is for Tea . Only drink Dorset Tea. U is for Under no circumstances can I drink any other tea. V is for Very difficult this is, talking like Yoda. W is for When will this be finished?  X is for Xtremely tenuous A-Z entries. Y is for Y am I doing this? Just for completeness. Z is for Zzzzz more sleep please.

What a pledge that was, posting a letter every day! F is for Fake Father Christmases. Elf has seen a couple this year, the first was at the school party. He said afterwards "He was fake, I could tell cos his beard was rubbish". The same day we saw the second, at a garden centre where you can have tea with Santa . The Big FC spends about 5 minutes with each child chatting about their year, and what they want for Christmas. He really is a good one.  Elf said afterwards "I could tell he was real as his beard was real. But the only reason he looked fake was his white gloves." I said  that he needed to keep his hands clean. He didn't focus on the fact that the school FC said he was off to New Zealand - how did he make such a quick trip? I think next year I'm going to have to explain that Santa needs helpers as he's too busy making toys and reading lists. How he's growing up. And that second beard wasn't real...

On Friday, I was at a spa day with my best friend and Mr Humdrum took Elf to the pub to meet up with the gang. We meet our old nursery group every Friday for Beer O'Clock.  I met them there, and found that the evening's activity was to write a letter to Santa. (They used to play outside but it is rather cold now so we take entertainment as they are too young for the pool table.) Elf's letter said: Meriy Chrismas HO HO HO  To Santer meriy Chrismas luf "Elf".  I woold lick wich docter thanck you from "Elf". Witch Doctor is from Lego Hero Factory - click here to see him.  Anyway I digress. E is for Eavesdropping . As Nana has already got Witch Doctor for him, and he's only put one toy on the list (so polite), how do we explain that Nana has it for him instead of Santa? If we let him think Santa has it, he will think Nana has nothing for him. I suggested in the kitchen this morning to Mr Humdrum that we say that Santa had already bought som...

Well I haven't been doing very well in my attempt to post in this A-Z every day! Oh well. D is for Dancing . Firstly we went to see Adam Ant last weekend, for the second time this year, and he was, again, amazing. After the gig, we went dancing in our local cool club  Scandals . What has this got to do with Christmas? Um not much. Which leads me to my second post on Dancing. Ballet dancing - The Nutcracker . What a magical Christmassy thing to do ... trip up to London by train, walking through Covent Garden at night, and the ballet at the Royal Opera House. We had an amazing time, thank you to my friend who got us the tickets (she used to work there in the marketing department). I can't wait to go again!