OH Christmas Tree! OH Christmas Tree!

Whenever someone starts a new relationship or starts a family they, like me, like you, love to think about starting new traditions with it. We love to think of us doing the same thing years from now. We love to think about us telling people how many years we've been doing it.

Essentially we want to create and tell stories.

You could say it's that kind of idealism and chocolate box inspired expectations of perfection that impose stress on us at this time of year. My response is that as long as your traditions embrace the weird, the unconventional and the unaffected then these little rituals are what anchor you to your loved ones at this whirlwind time of year.

Well here we are a new family at our first Christmas. I want to drink it all in. Snap it. Blog it. Bottle it and keep it close to me forever and ever. I worry with more babies and time gone by the novelty will lessen. I suspect it won't. Steve would tell me it won't because I'm an eternal romantic (though he'd use a word like "dafty").

Still I worry it might and as a result I'm throwing myself feet first into the festive fever. I'm a retailers dream, sucked into every cheesy slogan-ed festive themed baby onesie I see and if I spend any more time on Not on the Highstreet  I may need to remortgage.

I do not need every piece of festive paraphernalia personalised with Euna's name. I do not need every piece of festive paraphernalia personalised with Euna's name. I do not need every piece of festive paraphernalia personalised with Euna's name. (Repeat.)

So here's the first of our festive traditions... Tree shopping. 

 Steve leading the charge...

 "You assess needle density darling and I'll just stand here and... NO I'M NOT TAKING PICTURES!"

 Ooooo prickly...

 Oh. I love them.

 A decision!

 "Wrap her up my good man!" everyone should speak ye olde English at Christmas... It's festive...

 Can we goooooo noooowwwww...

 Seriously... who needs baby sensory?!

 NOW you play with them! Not last week when I have you in appropriate clothing and am desperately trying to snap a Christmas card pic!

 Nom...

"Bear bottom" tights! Tee hee!

Insert a MULTITUDE of "Steve's Christmas baubles" related innuendo here...

This is the way forward for family photography...

For once I look taller than Steve!

Slow shutter speeds + wriggly baby on lap = mission impossible...

I told you I love them right?

FAILED traditional Christmas portrait... Hoping this doesn't become a tradition...

 VOILA!

 Now... We wait.

Happy story making!

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