Marie's Web Log

I just watched Doctor Who: The Christmas Invasion (I'd taped it from Christmas Day). Has it been on in Canada yet? It was good, though I'm not sure about the new Doctor. I liked Christopher Eccleston.

Christmas was good. Amelia got quite a few gifts, though not from us! From us she had a stocking, a "tabletop art centre" and some paints. I didn't think she was excited too much by the gifts under the tree - she didn't seem to pay too much attention to them in the days before Christmas. But on Christmas day she eventually ran out of patience. We follow Ian's family's tradition of not opening the gifts until after Christmas lunch, which we had at 2. (Stuffed acorn squash, since you ask, with delicious date pudding after. All homemade by Ian.) We were still eating and Amelia wandered over to the tree and said she wanted to open some presents. She would open one, look at it a bit, and then say, "I want 'nother present." Not in a demanding or annoying way, so it was quite funny.

Thank you so much to those who sent her gifts. I will try to get proper thank you notes out this time. On Boxing Day we drove up to the house of Ian's sister and brother-in-law and family, outside Birmingham (about two hours away). There we were treated to another lovely lunch and even more presents for Amelia. She loved it, not least because her 15-year-old cousin Sophie spent most of that day and the next playing with her. Amelia was walking around asking, "Where's my Sophie gone?" We also got to catch up with Ian's parents and his brother and sister-in-law. A full house.

Now back here and not much happening. Amelia is teething yet again. (Don't let them tell you it stops when they're two!) We hope it's for the last time. Last night she woke up once every hour or so from 10:30 onwards. The only way to get her back to sleep is to distract her by reading to her. (Well, apart from giving her Calpol, but even that doesn't always help.)

Oh one last thing - an update on the fork poll (see previous entries). I know, you're all sick of it, but I couldn't help but notice that on the day after Boxing Day, of ten of us sitting down eating, only three where using the formal pushing-on-to-the-back-of-the-fork method: my teenaged niece and nephew, and Ian's brother's wife, Anita. The rest of us, all being righthanded, were using our forks only, in our right hands.