De Silva Family Blog

In our household, Christmas starts with the decoration of the tree. So a fornight ago, when we told him that Mummy had returned with the tree in the back of the car, he nearly peed his nappy with excitement (I'm sure he probably did). He ran outside, begging to be picked up so that he could see the Christmas Tree inside the car. His reaction was not quite as expected - the poor boy looked despondent. When I asked what the matter was, he merely pointed at the huge Douglas Fir in our front garden, as if to say "That's a proper tree, not that six-foot sapling!" Luckily the rest of Christmas was a little more appreciated. This being his second time round, he was a little more savvy. For example, he knew that the presents were more interesting than the wrapping paper and that most of the presents were for him. He'd even started opening presents when our backs were turned on Christmas Eve! In the lead up to Christmas, he'd been getting chocolates daily fr

How do you call your mummy? Come here, mummy. And if she doesn't answer? Oh mummy... And if she still doesn't answer? I simply say... ...MISSUS!!!

Leo loves cars. Since he could first say the word he has been fascinated. He loves to stand in the driver's seat of our car and pretend to drive, playing with all the controls. Sometimes he breaks into the garage at his grandparents house to stare at their car. Most nights he wants me to tell him the story of "Little Boy Lewis (Hamilton)" and how he grew up to be the number one F1 driver. So we thought he might like a "Roary the Racing Car" sleepsuit and as you can see, he was beside himself with glee. Unfortunately, getting an extremely excited Leo to bed proved to be quite difficult.