Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Babies' first Christmas...


... and didn't they do well? Finchley Memorial Hospital may seem to show fewer wards, fewer patients, by the year, but this Christmas Day our carol-singing trip was happily predictably longer than usual, as the two new arrivals to the team became instant, smile-inducing stars of the show.

Not that the patients were the only ones making the most of my two new nephews - the clock was ticking agonisingly away until l'il Kim's Boxing Day flight with his mother Jessie and grandmother May to meet the grandfather he hadn't yet met - fully fair enough, though it denies us his special company for a long three months now...

Still, he certainly seemed to enjoy this final full London-day 'til springtime:

And we'll certainly miss his array of outfits, too, all swiftly knitted by May, wool whirled into vivid shape swifter than a shake of a, er, lamb's tail...

Hopefully something special of the day has stuck in Kim's four-month-old mind (and Harry's, one month older and maybepossiblyperhaps wiser... or not) - while the mountain of babygrows, cuddly creatures, zipbopwhirr-ing toys should keep them distracted awhile - even if at times the boys found the wrapping paper more intriguing, even actually appetising...

See you in Spring, Kimmy, we'll miss you in the meantime - maybe by the time he returns, he'll be able to crawl/walk/talk/in English/in Mandarin/eat with chopsticks/explain Confucianism...

Or just remember the rest of us, that'll do just fine for now, and then...

1 comment:

mad muthas said...

what very fine babies - and i know from babies ....