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*eyes time* Yes, I really am still up. Didn't plan to be, but there you are.

Started wrapping up the presents, only to find my Dad's is missing....Have since been scouring the flat for it - it has to be in the living room somewhere! - and letting the jla_watchtower folk calm me down. They offered helpful suggestions, but alas...

I'll find it on December 28th, mark my words....

Everything else is wrapped, cards are written and table is laid for breakfast. Let's hope I manage to get a little sleep before the rugrat wakes up....

Nadolig Llawen, fy ffrindiau! Merry Christmas, my friends!

*collapses with exhaustion*

Ugh....

Christmas went about as well as expected. Which isn't too bad really.

Rowan was slightly kind to me and didn't wake up till a little after eight this morning. He wanted to do his usual weekend routine of going into the living room on his own for a short time, while I dozed a little more, but I wouldn't let him. I didn't want to miss out on seeing him open his presents, so I encouraged him to open the gifts I'd left in his stocking at the foot of the bed.

He's never really experienced that before, so it was quite novel to him. He insisted on showing me every single Thomas The Tank Engine book as well as the toys, but wasn't too impressed with the satsuma and chocolate coin stuffed in the toe of the stocking. He's decided he doesn't like oranges (though he drank a fair bit of orange juice today) and wasn't impressed with the quality of the chocolate coin (can't argue there....)

After he'd opened all his presents, I made us both some toast and orange juice which we ate off my special christmas dinner service. Unfortunately, I only have dinner plates, side plates and tumblers, along with a platter and serving bowl, so we couldn't have cereal. Methinks I should scout around for a similar set which I can set aside especially for breakfast in future....

We then played a little before Mam came to collect us. At her place, we opened some more gifts before Rowan and I washed and changed into clean clothes (I hate not having any hot water...) before my grandparents and my uncle arrived for dinner.

The food was okay - a vast improvement on last year, 'cause I got sick on Christmas Eve and couldn't manage more than a few bites without feeling nauseated. After dinner, Uncle Andy set up Rowan's racing car game while the rest of us talked. Mam and Nan's conversation drifted into TMI at times, as they tend to do, but when they later left the table, Dad, Grampy, Uncle Andy and myself got into a discussion about books and stuff. The RPG came up in conversation too, and I gave my uncle the address of the jla_watchtower as he and Grampy asked where on Livejournal it was.

Conversation died down for a bit when the Queen's Speech came on. Call me unpatriotic if you like, but I was relieved it only lasted about ten minutes this year. After that we all settled down to watch Shrek before Nan, Grampy and Uncle Andy went home.

This, of course, meant it was time for us to make our way across the city to my Aunt's house as we had been invited over for tea with no real option to refuse. So began several hours with members of my family who don't really give a damn about us but act oh-so-caring when in our company. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, and thankfully Rowan was really well behaved. My aunt gushed that he's a credit to me, since he behaves so well in company. Naturally I commented that he's rarely like that the rest of the time, but at least he does show some manners when he's out and about.

He was somewhat overwhelmed by Christmas, as usual. It's not easy when you have your birthday and Christmas just fourteen days apart (I also know three people born on the 27th - I'd imagine that's even more overwhelming). He got a lot of toys - mostly cars and other assorted vehicles. I just hope I can find the room for everything. I'm not sure if he'll be bringing anything back when he visits with his father tomorrow, as he didn't have anything with him when he returned after his birthday. I don't really have any clue what my in-laws have in their house for him to play with.

I'm all on my todd this evening, as Rowan decided he wanted to sleep at his grandparents tonight. So I'm gonna go make the most of having the bed to myself for the whole night. Knowing my luck I'll oversleep tomorrow.... I'm not sure what I'll be doing while he's up in the Valleys, though something tells me I'll probably end up tagging along with my parents while they go hit the sales. Mam wants a wireless router so she can use her laptop to go on the internet, so they're definitely headed for PC World tomorrow.

Before I go, I just wanna share these song lyrics with you guys. It's a parody of Eminiem's 'Stan' by Radio One DJ Chris Moyles, called 'Stanta'. I don't think it really needs much explanation, but it is damn funny! Anyone offended by 'Stan' shouldn't worry - hell, I'm probably the most likely person on my flist to take offence at Eminem's stuff, and I actually like some of his songs!

If anyone wants to hear it, surf over to the Sound Vault and it's available.