Comings and goings...

So Christmas came and went, very pleasantly. Daughter 2 arrived first and decorated the Christmas cake.

Then my brother, his wife and offspring arrived from down south, and Son-in-Law 2 and Son, Daughter-in-Law and their baby also joined us from up north. Daughter 1, Son-in-Law 1 and their children were also here most of the time, though not sleeping in our house (fortunately, since the house was by then slightly full)

- like this -

and generally speaking, there was a lot going on but it was lovely.




Then Son and DIL and baby went away,




the rest of us went out for various walks

(Granddaughter the Elder had by this time decided that it was TOO WINDY (though in fact it wasn't - she DOESN'T LIKE THE WIND, which is unfortunate since she lives in Edinburgh, which is quite a windy place) - and had returned to the car with her father.)

and Grandson found a Big Waterfall.

Today, Daughter 2 and I went round to Daughter 1's to play with the children while their parents got ready to visit Son-in-Law's family in Worcester; and then they went; and tomorrow, alas alack, Daughter 2 departs back down to London. And then it'll be just us and my brother and his wife. They're staying till the 2nd. And then there will be us two... .

Still. It's been nice.

'Tis the season...

Well, I think that's us organised for Christmas, apart from the final touches to the cake, which Daughter 2 traditionally decorates in an elaborate and architectural manner. She arrived home last night (hurray) and my brother and sister-in-law arrive later today. Son-in-Law 2 will get here on Friday. Then on Saturday, we should be joined by my nephew and niece and also Son, Daughter-in-Law and the baby, Granddaughter the Younger. Daughter 1, Son-in-Law 1 and their two will also be around, but not actually sleeping here, which is just as well since, as it is, 10 people living in our four-bedroom, two-bathroom house will make it a trifle full. However, it'll be fun.


Of course, I wish that my mum and dad could come too. Dad never saw any of the little ones. Mum knew Grandson until he was one. What a change she'd see in him!

We never knew that, inside that little head, there were thoughts forming about traffic lights, road signs, road markings and layouts and the important distinction between pelican and toucan crossings.

Thinking of you, Mum and Dad. Happy Christmas to all bloggy friends!

Trifles

Just like any granny, I find our little people endlessly fascinating. Grandson spends a lot of time drawing road layouts, or - a fairly new development - railway layouts, as above. But the other day he decided to draw a picture of his mum. She was at work at the time, so his dad produced this picture of her on his phone.

And Grandson drew this.

I was surprised at the detail: eyelashes and all. He's not Michelangelo but it doesn't seem too bad for a five-year-old's first attempt at a portrait.

I went Christmas food shopping today (there will be 14 of us on Christmas Day). I was a bit worried that it wouldn't all fit in the fridge and freezer but it did, just. I had to remove some frozen plums to make room for other things, so I made a plum and apple loaf. Just as I was spooning the mixture into the tin I realised that I'd missed out the baking powder and then it occurred to me that I'd used plain flour instead of self-raising, so I put it back in the bowl and added a bit more baking powder than the recipe had suggested and gave it a good stir. I think it'll be okay. If not, I suppose it can be a base for a trifle. Or something. I had been quite pleased with my efficiency today, up till that point.

A winter's day

Granddaughter Elder and I went to the Botanics. We had lunch in the café.


"What about an egg sandwich?" I suggested.


She thought about this. Then she said helpfully, "What about - a cake?"


She was very busy. She swung on the low branch of her favourite tree.

She chatted to a robin.

She watched moorhens on the pond.

She looked at seagulls in the sky.

She kicked...

... the dry leaves.

Granny had a wonderful afternoon. (And Granddaughter Elder got her cake.)

Advent

This year Daughter 2 once again sent us a parcel full of 24 little gifts for Advent. So kind.

For example... These were specifically for Mr Life and me.

But on Fridays, when the children are here from lunchtime onwards, her parcels are really for them. For example, last Friday's gift contained decorate-them-yourself penguin biscuits. One penguin somehow turned out to be beakless; we don't think the beak got eaten mid-assembly but anyway it had to have a substitute, a chocolate snowball.

Today's gift was a little polar bear ornament. Grandson cuddles two toy polar bears in bed so this one went home with him to join them.

There's lots still to do, but at least the tree's up.

Walking

The walking group set out on Saturday from East Linton after an excellent, if not perhaps healthy, brunch at the Linton Hotel. It was a mild, still, overcast day; somewhat muddy underfoot for quite a lot of the way.

We walked inside Hailes Castle, which evidently looked like this in 1240...

but has deteriorated somewhat since then. Well, you would, wouldn't you?

One of the less muddy stretches.

People had brought mulled wine and mince pies. It would have been rude to refuse.

Seven miles later (tramping through mud is more tiring than dry walking) we got to Haddington. The river hadn't a ripple. It was about four; night was beginning to fall.

We admired St Mary's Church on the other side of the river and then went into The Riverside to have Christmas dinner. I'm not sure that we'd worked off our brunch, mulled wine and mince pies by then but... anyway, it was a lovely day.