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My husband pointed out to me that I hadn't done a blog in a while. He's a big fan of Stuart Baillie's so I know he reads his first and then remembers mine and links across. What can I say? I've been caught up in school nativities and plays, collecting money from parents for teachers' presents and forgetting to get friends to buy tickets for the parents association raffle so am in the carpark minutes before the raffle guiltily filling in two books myself. Christmas!Ìý

So I've had one school play already, my P2 year old's very impressive christmas songfest set in a fictional toyshop in which there are jack in the boxes, dancing dolls and chuff chuff trains. I particularly enjoyed the fairy on the ladder at the back of the Christmas tree who kept hitching her knickers up without a care in the world. All accompanied by the P2's in their PJs. I was down the back (remember I was in the carpark with the raffle tickets) so I didn't see much. But they sounded great.Ìý

Tomorrow morning is the second Christmas show. Our 3 year old. She's been singing Away in a Manger, Jingle Bells and When Santa got stuck up the Chimney. We've been practising at home. Not that I'm competitive or anything. But I am beside myself to find out who's playing Mary. I was never Mary. My eldest wasn't Mary. So I am pinning a lot on the youngest. What characteristics define a good Mary? I've been quietly assessing the youngest child, thinking she might have it, then she ruins it by shouting at her older sister "Shut up, you're stupid, I'm going to kill you". ÌýPeace and goodwill to all men, except your big sis!Ìý

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