December has been a busy month for all of us. As I mentioned in my Siblings Project update earlier this month the twins seem to have grown up so much recently, and their walking and talking has both really taken off. I think that it might be particularly noticeable to me because I only really see them awake at weekends now that I have started a new job, it’s a little like having new toddlers every weekend and whilst it’s lovely to see how happy and confident and clever they are in the care of their mummy, it does make me a little wistful to miss so much of it. I’m not sure that I would enjoy being a stay-at-home mum though – in fact, I’m quite sure that I wouldn’t! – and I’m thrilled to bits with the new job so it does all work out well for all of us really.
We started this month by visiting Father Christmas, the twins’ first visit, and it inspired me to write a bucket list of all of the things that I wanted to do over the Christmas period. I found it in my drafts earlier and was a little annoyed with myself that I hadn’t checked off much on the list but given how busy we have all been I’m going to cut myself a little slack. I don’t think that the twins have noticed or cared that we have not yet taken them for their first babyccinos, for example, nor that we didn’t manage to get a Christmas tree up in the end at all.
In fact, relying on family for the festive cheer has worked out well for us this year. We visited my mother-in-law and Kirsty’s extended family in mid-December and ate chocolate whilst wearing festive dressing gowns, which my mother-in-law had kindly bought us. She bought the twins some fantastic new toys and they had a fantastic time playing with those and being loved on by that side of the family. And whilst my mother and I got our timings muddled up on Christmas day meaning that she was still asleep when I thought that we were meant to be visiting in the morning, we had a fab afternoon where the twins chased around her living room and swung on her revolving chair, and she had plenty of cuddles and kisses with them.
We managed to continue the ‘tradition’ that we started last year of an afternoon walk to the woods to the decorated fir tree for our annual Christmas portrait even though it was raining. The pictures didn’t turn out so well as we were rushing to get the camera out of the rain, but I thought that it was important to take them on the day nonetheless. I love being able to compare our lives at exactly one year apart and see how much has changed.
At the risk of jinxing things, I think back to how scared and worried I was at the beginning of December, knowing that I was to be made redundant in a couple of weeks, and I can’t quite believe that this is the same month. I’ve been so fortunate to find a new role that I like so much, particularly with no down-time between the two jobs. I feel as though I’m on an enormous learning curve and I’ve certainly become one of those people who literally dreams about their job, but at the same time it’s going to be so amazing when I’ve mastered it and I know the role like the back of my hand. I’m happy. Happy and relieved and I feel so very lucky.
So that’s 2015 over. It’s been a good year. We’ve survived motherhood (me), rocked motherhood (Kirsty), become true little people rather than baby-shaped blobs (Balthazar and Lysander). And it’s closing on a brilliant note, a hopeful note, one that is crammed full with exciting new potential. I shan’t share my 2016 resolutions with you in this post because I don’t have them finalised yet but let me tell you… I think that 2016 is going to be a bloody good year.