My First Momma X'mas

This is Baby's first Christmas and ours too, as parents.

I had hoped to have a cosy little X'mas celebration.
You know, the ideal scenario where just the three of us are cuddled on the couch,  in front of the TV watching a Christmas movie (Baby isn't allowed to watch it though), with the lights on the Christmas tree twinkling in the background.

In reality, this is what happened.

We brought Lil' J to the airport on Christmas Eve. (Only Singaporeans hang out at the airport huh?). Strange as it might sound, I think babies understand what we say. We'd wanted to call it off since my intention was to get her used to the stroller and we didn't bring it out that day. But Lil' J fussed and when the hubby told her sleep and we will go to the airport once she's awake, she dozed off, almost immediately.
We were there a short 10 minutes. She saw the bubbles coming out from SpongeBob's house, heard the Christmas songs in the background, then fell asleep.
Contented.
We know because she was smiling in her sleep.

That night, I fell asleep on the couch on Christmas Eve, from 10.45pm to 11.10pm,  up to boil a kettle of water and clean up the house a little.
I was in bed by 11.53pm. Both daddy and baby are asleep.
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep before midnight.

On Christmas Day, we woke to wish each other 'Merry Christmas!' and life carried on as usual.
The hubby cleaned the house and went out for errands.
I ironed the clothes and did laundry.
In the evening, we decided that this Christmas was way too quiet so we turned on the lights on the tree and left them on for quite a while.

There.
Our first not-too-exciting Christmas as a family.
I need to step up on my game next year!