We had Donna and Jon the kids round yesterday morning. It was lovely to be together to open our presents and share the kids excitement.
Isabelle came in her new ballet pumps and obligatory dress up outfit, and Sollo in a new Luton Town top from uncle Nicky. Vin had his emo uniform of a too big stripey top and very long stripey scarf on... and I was in my pj's.... well, what else?
The baby had a Christmas suit... but fell asleep over her daddy's arm, so you can't really see it. She is a litttle doll, but not very happy, coz since Mummy's car accident she's had to take to Dad, and she's not too impressed with recent events. Poor donna is in a bad way, and has so much pain in her back she can hardly walk. She's back off to the doc's as soon as they open after the holiday, as she needs something stronger that he prescribed. I'm a bit worried really, coz as Carl pointed out when we walked home from theirs earlier this evening, Donna is not one to moan about pain. Of all the kids, she's def not nesh. Neither her nor Jazz ever complain actually, apparently having a fairly high pain threshold. Jazz broke her arm at JuJitsu when she was 12 and never even cried, and both girls suffered very difficult labours without complaint, so I know if they are saying it hurts, you can be sure it does. I really hope it eases off soon, she's honestly struggling with the 3 little'un's and hardly being able to move right now. Thank goodness Jon's there. For a man he's not bad at coping at all.... ;-)