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The end of December means the end of the year which is a scary thing. Whilst the days are at times long, the years are inevitably short and the end of 2015 means my baby boy isn't the newborn I still see him as anymore. Our family has grown this year, we have learned, fought, worried, laughed and loved and December's photo had to be taken in front of my parent's Christmas tree as it has been for the past two years.
Every Christmas day we spend there, eating too much, spoiling the boys, playing cards and being a family. This year was quieter with my little sister out working in France for the winter season but we had a wonderful weekend anyway.
December has been a slower month than I intended, we didn't fit in half of what I had planned and I liked it that way. There will always be next year, we still had fun and my big boy needed some calm and quiet time to help him cope with the tiredness that comes at the end of your very first term of school.
We have managed another whole year of our monthly photos and it is definitely something I will be continuing into 2016. I hope even if I do ever stop blogging that this is a tradition we keep up, as our year has been full of beautiful shots (mixed with last minute phone selfies of course).
Mummy is loving the whole Christmas weekend, Yule Log, winning at cards and her new slippers
Daddy is loving the Pacman light he got for Christmas, time off work, the excuse to eat more cheese than usual and his new computer monitor.
Dylan is loving the giant Christmas tree in Covent Garden, the trumpet that Father Christmas brought him, having a pyjama day and learning all about animals with his new book.
Archie is loving seeing the Snowman, the fart gun his Aunty and Uncle bought him, singing Rudolph the red nose reindeer at the top of his voice and having his big brother home from school.
Finn is loving finally getting his first tooth, alpro yoghurts, wrapping paper and the baubles with bells in them.