I have been off work the past few days with the most horrendous back pain. I have some very strong pain killers from the doc which seem to be helping. We live very close to school but last night it was so bad I drove to school to collect Matthew.

Matthew is having a Christmas party next week and we have to make a hat so any quick, easy, good ideas are most welcome. He is a little nervous about the nativity tomorrow bless him. He asked us last night not to wave to him as his teacher told them all if they wave back they will be in big trouble (miserable cow).

I still have so many presents to buy and I haven't got a clue what to get Ian. I always end up getting some stupid gadgety thing and I don't want to this year.
We had a fun weekend with Matthew on Saturday afternoon he wrote a letter to Santa. When he finished he asked me what we should do with it, before I could answer he decided that Santa would take it during the night. So off to bed, the letter in a very bright red envelope and shiny Christmas stickers was given a very prominent place on his shelves.

Later that night the letter was removed by myself and put away to go in his memory box. Off to bed we go. We were woken at 6.30 by Matthew standing over me arm outstretched saying "Look mum. Look it came out". I couldn't even open my eyes let alone speak. I garbled something at him then it became apparent that he was so excited because his letter had gone and his first tooth had fallen out. So we had a visit from Santa on Saturday night then the tooth fairy on Sunday.