I have written the mother of all lists. More like what I would call a running order. Every day has a number of activites assigned to it. It's all been through the committee, deliberated, negotiated and enshrined on the front of the fridge. Today's activites were: bake biscuits, family photos, decorate the Christmas tree and make some phone calls re the big day. All done. The house is a bomb site but tomorrow is grinchy housework day. Not that it will be done very thoroughly because I'm off to town to do my Christmas shopping and G will be at home with Grace. She loves to help and runs around the house shrieking and holding tight to whatever you're trying to put away, so I'll be impressed with whatever he gets done. Really. I will. When I was at home with Grace by myself, it took me half a week to do what we can do together in half a day.
It was lovely seeing our mad friend Shaun today. He was the friend who arrived in the week after Grace was born and took this photo, among others. We've been trying to take a family photo that we can send to Gs family in tassie for two weeks now. It's been really hard to get one where we don't look like total dags. At this point I don't care if I look fat or if you can see the black bit on top of my front crown, I just want a photo of us all together with our eyes open.