This year marked Molly's first Christmas and what a Christmas it was. My little girl was spoiled rotten by our family. She received so many gifts I'm left wondering if we have enough space in our apartment for these latest additions.
We woke on Christmas morning and got on Skype with my husbands family who all live in Wales. Molly's grandma and granddad watched her tear into the gifts they had sent the 12,000 miles to Australia. It was really nice to be able to have that interaction with them, and I started to think how any of us ever got by without the technology we have today.
We then set of to my parents place for our Christmas lunch that they hold every year. Molly was definitely in her element. I know a lot of parents make these kind of statements, but in all seriousness my little girl was going crazy. She squeals a lot as it is, but Christmas was just so much fun for her, she couldn't contain herself and I was so happy to be part of it.
After a completely exhausting day we headed home to get ready to visit our friends, this is a tradition that has been going on for a while and is always a lovely relaxing end to Christmas day. So we got home and I gave Molly a bath and got her ready for bed so that she could go straight into her cot when we returned home. I sat on the lounge to watch some TV with Molly on my lap all nice and clean. My husband was in the back garden. I felt Molly fart and did the "Oh my, Molly", then out of nowhere I felt something slide down my thigh and my stomach sank. I looked down, and to my horror Molly had 'sharted' (shat/fart) and her nappy leaked on me. Not only that, it was liquid! I started screaming out to Jon to come quickly, at which point he came running in and almost wet himself with laughter. Molly looked up at me with those big blue eyes and proceeded to have a little giggle herself. Jon then started frantically trying to find a camera!!! Luckily his phone battery was running low and wouldn't allow him to take a picture, through all of this I was screaming at him to get the baby wipes (as well as some other colourful words). It was just awful, but then I thought to myself....at least it was Molly's poo hahaha!
What a first Christmas we had with Molly, but at the end of it all it was truly memorable, and one that will make us laugh for many years to come.
Merry Christmas!
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