No surprise, really, since wrapping paper and cardboard boxes are so fascinating to Diana that there doesn't even need to be an additional gift beneath all of the packaging...
Even though Diana doesn't quite know what Christmas is yet, she does seem to realise something special is happening. For starters, we're in a much nicer house (D's grandparents) and all of D's uncles and relatives are present or popping in over the course of the week. And every day, a new toy has been appearing as part of my attempt not to overwhelm her with too many gifts at once. It's still unclear if this has been effective or is a surefire way to transform D into a fully spoilt brat. (I'll get back to you next year).
D's been quite the character the past couple of days. We were treated to some carol singing the other evening. D was mesmerised, but when asked if she liked the music, adamantly insisted: "No!" (another new word of D's, to join her non-egotistical vocabulary of "mine" and "me") before lifting her shirt up and exposing her tummy to all present.
In fact, every time someone diverted their attention away from D, she would instantly recapture it by quickly flashing her torso. Slightly awkward and obviously something I need to curb immediately. Unfortunately, I'm being blamed for the streaking - apparently, according to my brothers-in-law, I've been too complimentary of D's tum, which is why she's desperate to expose it to the world. But check out that tum – can you really blame me?
This has its downsides for me, too - namely that D isn't sleeping because she doesn't want to miss any of the action (she woke up at 6am today and has been refusing to nap until at least the fifth time I try to put her down). So much for my brilliant schedule.
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