Late-birthday celebrations finally over, it came to be Christmas Eve. Miss G and Mr H did some Christmas sticker book in their festive jumpers whilst waiting for my cousins and their families to arrive. Dinner started at 8pm and presents were exchanged afterwards. Little Miss G was spoilt by her uncle and cousins and loved the late night. She finally said 'mamma, I am a little bit tired' at around 11:30 pm after leaving a couple of biscuits and an orange juice for Santa and a couple of carrots for Rudolph and his friends.
Christmas Day was filled with presents opening and another big family lunch. By this point Little Miss G was so desperate to sit and play with her cousins that her Italian was flowing like I have never heard it before! Despite being the youngest one at the party, she did not miss a single game that the others were playing, balloons-kicking being a clear favourite of hers. With no desire nor time for a nap, the day proceeded with more playing and fun. At about 8:00 Little Miss G declared that she wanted porridge, a yogurt and sleep. It sounded like she had a very merry Christmas indeed.
We spent another couple of days at my mum's house before our return to London. These were filled with lots of play, a couple of trips to town and general merriment. Little Miss loved having shutters in the bedroom and she often slept in till 9:30 or 10:00. Happy days!
We left on Friday evening and our 7pm flight was an hour late. We were in London at 9pm (or 10pm Italian time), but Little Miss G had no intention of sleeping whatsoever. By the time we collected our suitcases she was clearly exhausted, but this kid is not one for sleeping if there is fun to be had. We were travelling without a buggy but offered to pick her up and let her chill. This offer was met with her clear statement 'I no want come up to daddy, I want push my trolley'.
Just like that my 2 year old exited the arrival hall at Heathrow, on her own two feet, with her toy filled suitcase, late at night, looking for our taxi driver. And to think that two Christmases ago we went to Italy with this tiny little baby, a 10 weeks old little girl who required tons of baby-related paraphernalia and clothes. I smiled, frankly delighted that the baby days are truly and utterly over.
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