In 2008, a tradition was born and this week, it continued, for the fourth year running. I'm not exactly sure how long I will be able to sustain it. I'm expecting the boys will put a stop to it long before I'm ready to. I'll just wait and see. The annual Christmas photo has become decidedly more tricky to capture these past two years. Juggling two personalities, two facial expressions, two thresholds of tolerance. Hence why this year was a particularly haphazard attempt. Lots of laughing, face pulling, cuddles and kisses, rumbles and tumbles. If I ever tried to achieve the perfect shot, I would go bonkers. So just as well, I don't. If anything, I'm just content to choose a half decent one to print out with a little Christmas message. Then pop a copy in the Chrissy cards for family and friends. I guess herein lies the trouble with some traditions, they're difficult to break.
Immediately post photo shoot, we had an incident, with my wild boy Felix being the main culprit. A playful wrestle on the lounge, turned to a rather nasty nip on Angus' soft and juicy cheek. A major scene ensued. Angus bawling hysterically, Felix sobbing uncontrollably (he cannot handle being chastised) and a poor wounded cheek, with a perfect imprint of one very frustrated toddler's sharp fangs. I felt so deeply for my Angus, in pain and in shock, as I cleaned up the area with dettol and Bepanthen. Days later, he still carries a considerable bruise to show for it. These two monkey's are most certainly a couple of cards.