I suspected as much.... Jamie was less than impressed with Father Christmas. Took a look at all that white hair and screwed up his face. In the end, Mum had to sit between the big man and the baby, for the sake of a photo. And even a Tigger handpuppet failed to get a grin happening.
It didn't help that J had been up since 5am, and had refused to have a morning nap. So he'd been up 8 hours by the time this photo was taken. Much too long for a little fella.
I'm having difficulty getting him to sleep until a decent hour in the morning. Consequently, I'm feeling very sleep deprived at present. Yawn. And I have no Christmas cheer this year. I'm feeling decidedly flat and miserable.
So, I'm going to have a little holiday from blogging over Christmas. And from scrapping. Who would have thought that the time would come, lol. I think it's the combination of not having much time, not having a dedicated scrapping space, and being tired. Oh, and not having achieved any of the scrapping goals I set for myself this year! Time to do something else, I think?
Thanks to everyone who has dropped by here this year! I look forward to each and every one of you saying hi! I've found being a SAHM to be incredibly lonely. I'm feeling really dislocated from things at the moment and you have no idea how much you make my day by stopping to say hi.
Have a great Christmas