I put my excited 6 year old daughter to bed and noticed that she has found a stocking and put it on the end of her bed next to hers for her 'cuddly wabbit' - a favourite toy since she was a baby. We all took turns to try and convince her that Santa only comes to children, but she insists that Father Christmas will bring cuddly wabbit something because he has a stocking.
Thinking I can wrap up a few bits I have lying around, I agree to leaving the stocking there. 5 minutes later she calls me - cuddly wabbit really wants some new clothes. Again, we all tried to convince her that Santa won't have spare clothes for a small and very well worn rabbit on his sleigh, but he may be able to find a carrot and perhaps a toy. She is sure that Father Christmas is so magic he will bring just what cuddly wabbit wants.
Guess what I have been doing for the past 2 1/2 hours???? One old t-shirt and pair of my partners boxers shorts (they were clean and already have elastic) later and cuddly wabbit has a very badly fitting jacket (and that was the second attempt) and a hat that looks like a pair of pants.
What is lovely is that I enlisted my son (yes, the same one I have been moaning about on another thread) and he can now blanket stitch like a pro!!!!
I can't be bothered to get back to preparing lunch for 10 tomorrow. I still have pressies to wrap and the house looks like a bomb site.
I hope that wabbit (and the 6 year old) is happy tomorrow.
In a lightbulb moment, I have just realised I have probably typed this to in vain because the rest of you sensible folk are most likely all in your beds and not reading new posts!
Thinking I can wrap up a few bits I have lying around, I agree to leaving the stocking there. 5 minutes later she calls me - cuddly wabbit really wants some new clothes. Again, we all tried to convince her that Santa won't have spare clothes for a small and very well worn rabbit on his sleigh, but he may be able to find a carrot and perhaps a toy. She is sure that Father Christmas is so magic he will bring just what cuddly wabbit wants.
Guess what I have been doing for the past 2 1/2 hours???? One old t-shirt and pair of my partners boxers shorts (they were clean and already have elastic) later and cuddly wabbit has a very badly fitting jacket (and that was the second attempt) and a hat that looks like a pair of pants.
What is lovely is that I enlisted my son (yes, the same one I have been moaning about on another thread) and he can now blanket stitch like a pro!!!!
I can't be bothered to get back to preparing lunch for 10 tomorrow. I still have pressies to wrap and the house looks like a bomb site.
I hope that wabbit (and the 6 year old) is happy tomorrow.
In a lightbulb moment, I have just realised I have probably typed this to in vain because the rest of you sensible folk are most likely all in your beds and not reading new posts!
