It is always lovely to see your beautiful, smiling, cheerful face.  I love you so very much.

 

However.

 

There are a couple of things we need to clear up: there is only ever a need to visit one 4:13 in the day.  The fact that another 4:13 actually exists is wholly irrelevant; we do not need to see it.  That 4:13 is not morning, it is still night time. 

 

As delightful as it is that you are excited by the idea of Christmas, announcing that it is “24 DECEMBER!” at 4:14am is slightly less exciting to me than it is to you.  If you are considering this to be practice for the big day tomorrow, then you’ve got another think coming, because no.  Just no.  Santa will have barely even left the North Pole by that time and his reindeer will still be defrosting so don’t even think about it.

 

Perhaps unsurprisingly, by 10am, you were utterly exhausted and cranky, but since you don’t sleep during the day, that wasn’t particularly helpful.  Fortunately, a nice warm swim helped calm you down a bit, followed by some Thomas the Tank Engine on TV.  

 

A little while later, I heard you singing along to “The Twelve Days of Christmas” and it’s quite remarkable that you know the words to almost all the verses, in your own fashion of course.  It strikes me that it’s a very good Christmas carol for you as it’s so repetitive so easy to learn.

 

I’m also amazed that this year, for the first time, you’ve been telling me that you want the presents to be under the tree and, “Waiting 25 December.  Opening Christmas!”  That’s very impressive as waiting has always been something you have struggled to understand but with each couple of presents you helped me put under the tree, you firmly wagged your finger at them and reminded them they were to wait until 25 December.  

 

In fact I was feeling so positive that I decided we might try going to a crib service.  That was rather less successful and you became very tearful, reminding me that we needed to go home for Christmas so I think you might have decided I was taking you back to school or something.  Never fear my boy, we’re back home now, tears dried, comfy PJs applied and more Santa on tv.

 

Now make sure you sleep for a LONG time!

 

Love you always

Mummy